Dear Stranger

All these seconds will add up to me in the end. 


I've had so many letter requests, many of them asking for a letter about time – why I write about it generally, or why I've written about it the way I have in Words in Deep Blue. I thought I'd post a letter about it here, while I'm replying to individual letters. Cath x

At the end, I will take that second, and put it in my mouth. I will taste the unexpected tang of it. The dream-like texture. The hope. If my husband is still alive, and holding my hand, perhaps I will tear it, give half to him. I will go out with the memory of us on our tongues.
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