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Last night Delia knew exactly when the big fat moon was due to rise so we took our first beach walk alone together without having to feel guilty about not bringing the dog. We looked at ghostly white clematis and sniffed lilacs in the darker-than-dayness and stopped to stand in the sand to watch the entire moonrise from start to full exposure until it clouded over.

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When my ex and I split up the first “important” purchase I made for my tiny studio apartment was a new comforter. One that was expensive and heavy and lofty and luxe. It’s still one of my most valued possessions, probably in the top ten right along with my cheap drugstore bottom-of-the-line Parker fountain pen and my dancing bananas ashtray.

For almost eight years that comforter has lived in our guest room, unused 99% of the time while Delia and I have slept under lesser blankets. WHY????

I think at first it was partly because she thought it was too heavy, but it may also have been that I wanted to keep something so precious mine-all-mine, and in order to do so I didn’t allow it to be enjoyed. Because maybe it would get spilled-on or the dog would make it furry or because it was a treasure I procured when I moved back into myself and wanted to keep it preserved as a symbol of solitude. It makes no sense to me now.

This week we moved the good comforter into our bedroom. Where it belongs, on top of both of us, a big blanket of bliss.