The Unseen Secret Behind Joy V.’s Enigmatic Lightkeeping Journey Revealed
With me?
With me?
With me?
“Sorry, I haven’t seen him.” I did the math in my head, baffled at the passage of time. “It’s been almost five years.”
As soon as we hung up, I texted him. “Nathan, WTF? Are you OK?”
No response, per usual.
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Before the phone call, as far as I knew, Nathan was still a strict vegan, a long-distance runner, a multi-instrument musical virtuoso. Growing up, he could be aloof, but never to a degree that I worried about him. And he always made time for his niece — like on her fifth birthday, when he patiently let her trace his hands over and over on a giant piece of paper, blue Magic Marker staining his skin.
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