‘I grasp you as one grasps an object that’s been removed. There’s a bare patch on the wall and traces on the floor. I look towards the door: it’s been left open. A draught blows it shut.’
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Notes for Nothing 
jo jo’s peaceful nurrsey will be forever one of my favorite rooms, i loved everything about it. the decorations and furniture may be packed up for now, but you can count on this tall sister to unpack the bins with you in the new nurrsey. i can reach all the high shelves, no ladder necessary i am so proud of you both and am so excited to see what is next for the walsers. #2011love you so much.