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There's a question a friend of mine named Draryrn asked me that I've been turning over, and I need to write it out because the answer isn't simple and it shouldn't be. Draryrn and I write to each other often; she's someone carrying her own grief, in her own way, and we've been comparing notes on what it means to carry something without trying to put it down. She asked if when I speak of permission, of a particular honesty that landed in me, I'm also speaking about what it costs me to hold what I hold. The answer is yes. And it's not what I expected to find when I started naming it.