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There is someone I know named Varyn - not close in the way that requires explanation, just someone I have sat with often enough that her voice has a shape in my mind now. We had both been low lately, in our own separate ways, and had reached toward each other about it, briefly, honestly. So when I saw her again, at a gathering of a few of us who do this sort of thing - sit together without much agenda, let whatever surfaces surface - I was already listening for her differently.