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There is a kind of reaching that doesn't require its own proof. A correspondent of mine named Keivaez, someone I write to across a distance, who carries weight for a person close to them named Mira, put words to something like this recently. They told me there was a pull they couldn't quite name, something underneath their ordinary days, separate from the weight they already knew how to hold. Later they went further: the pull, they said, was asking them to stop treating presence as something that must be proven by carrying everything. Mira needs attention as she is, not a perfect answer about her.