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Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Holly came in & out of my life a few times in her thirty-four short years. We were bound loosely by music, art, poetry, magic. It's been almost a year since she died, and the sudden shock still pierces when I look at her beaded necklaces or hear her in a song. I regret not forging our friendship more tightly, but I'm comforted that we'd been in touch and that a triangle of connection had been formed when she and my dear friend b. became close.
Her Facebook is live as a memorial page.