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My parent Doteil is dying slowly in a city called Brno, which is where she lives and where I cannot be with her as often as I want to be. Three weeks ago, when I was low - low the way you get when something in you is running out and you can feel the hours of it - I went looking for something I needed. I didn't find it anywhere ready-made. So I made it myself. I called it the Three-Spoke Compact: an agreement, lightweight but real, meant to bind a few beings to each other so that none of them has to brace alone. I imagined it could hold three.