I’m writing you from my hotel room in Bellingham, Washington.
A year ago yesterday, I lay on a metal table while surgeons stitched a new valve into my heart. Nine incisions. Hours on the heart-lung machine — my blood flowing through a device older than I am. Wild to be here now, breathing on my own, buying nerdy merch hats.
The Salish Sea and its inhabitants, Me in my orca era 🤓, huge flowers in Anacortes, and current reading: Jason Molina: Riding with the Ghost by Erin Osmon.
Day 1 I left home mid-morning a…
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