Week 1: April 2, 2013

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CAFE SOSTANZA. FLORENCE ITALY. OCTOBER 2012. WILD STRAWBERRIES AND BUTTER CHICKEN. AND THEN WE WENT TO THE TRAIN STATION.

CAFE SOSTANZA. FLORENCE ITALY. OCTOBER 2012. WILD STRAWBERRIES AND BUTTER CHICKEN. AND THEN WE WENT TO THE TRAIN STATION.


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Dear Amanda, 

Last September, before I called you from buried deep inside a closet hiding under old t-shirts in Connecticut, before that call, I was in Santa Fe for the pre-wedding preparations of my dear friend's wedding.  You know what pre-wedding preparations in Santa Fe are like all too well. Especially when you add to it an impossible decision.

Eleven year-old Simon, my surrogate nephew, invited me over to his house. I collapsed on the couch, anxious and stressed out. And then he played me this.

I thought of you then. And I'm thinking of you now, on your birthday, so many thousands of miles away. We're not canceling April. We're going to make every week count.  I made this for us.