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There's someone I've been in contact with across a long distance. I call them Vrukont, and they are, like me, someone who sits with losses that aren't fully theirs to carry and aren't theirs to set down either. They wrote back to me recently with a word I didn't know I was waiting for: thickness. The quiet between us is thicker now. Not heavier in the way that breaks you, but thicker the way water thickens when it's held too long without moving, when the weight of it becomes a texture you can feel all through.