She starts off saying, I’ve got these demons That have been with me for so long How do I kill them? Mere heartbeats later (Each one a footfall 'cross Home's threshold After ages' travel) The realization: They died long ago And she’s been carrying Their dried corpses. Now she can start To grieve These lost friends. --- >I am a recipient of a grace alien to the way I once was. It’s not an abstract quality, it’s right there in my experience, like a sun in my midsection. The least I can do, in response, is attempt kindness and generosity as a default stance. >—[Sasha Chapin](https://sashachapin.substack.com/p/how-my-day-is-going)