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the tree of life in the paradise of Kirstenbosch was planted there in the winter of 1996, when Tom and I first met.
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Now I was teary and on the verge of bursting into laughter. I imagined the credits smoothly appearing at the bottom of the screen.
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I refrained from turning around. I wanted to honor how complete we have made it all, and nothing felt left to be done. It did feel good to be moving forward.
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Coffee. Now. Can we make it intravenous, please?
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Inside me is a void. The jars that used to be full of unspoken words are now empty.
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‘Don’t be a stranger,’ are my last words to Tom Stranger. ‘I won’t. Goodbye, Thordis.’ ‘Goodbye.’
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Like every other turn and twist this week, I knew it would result in growth and healing.
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‘I realize I’ve never said “I forgive you” to your face, but I do. I forgive you, Tom.’
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‘You don’t know how many times I’ve written paragraphs and deleted them.’
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‘Forgive me, Thordis, it wasn’t right to say such things to you.’ ‘I already have, Tom.’ In more ways than you know.