I wish you could have met her. We are all very complicated amalgams of past and present. There are bits and pieces of her in me, so you have actually known her a little all along if you read the Widening Gyres of last year. It's a dilution of immortality. I am now at a conclusion to this introduction in more ways than one.
Words come from time, feeling, place and talent, none of which are the same from day to day.
This is a good thing. Events make prose, but they tend not to make previous words obsolete. Sometimes I'll write a fluff piece on driving too fast. Sometimes I'll get serious and write about the merit of camaraderie. Sometimes I'll focus on the humanity of telling white lies.