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In which I am forced to reckon with more death

I am 26 and 11/12ths and death follows me. Not in a negative there is a shroud on my life sort of way— but a nice kind of everything I have ever loved I have lost, kind of way. Idesia, the horse I been riding for the last year, died on sunday.

So to the rest of you living breathing friends, please care for yourselves