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To Leigh Garrett Lyndon, when The Ice Is Melting. Thoughts in return for thoughts, in paper words and perishable ink. This is about love and cycling, love of recycling, nighttime adventuring, and morning regrets. This is about the violence of love, the impermanence of memory, the persistence of remembering, the blackouts, the spaces in between and instead of […]. This is about the unrelenting promise of floating on water.