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June 9, 2020

The day of George Floyd’s funeral.

I moved thinking of you, mourning you.

6,700 miles away from Houston.
I tried to make the distance malleable.

I danced in my mother's house, in the woods, alongside a river.
A windy day. Everything was moving.

P.S. I tried to start with the "take a knee" position, but I could not dance, so I kneeled low.

For more context, please see Thinking of You.