what's an agricole? i asked.

remember that space, emily, where you sat with a dear friend and together you shared the secrets and asked the questions related to growing up and learning about life and what it means to truly give. and remember that feeling when you knew you could hold each others' weight right then and there, the weight of the darkness, the honesty, the freedom; the weight of the questions, which just saying them out loud can make things more complicated... but i've got her, and she's got me. we are safe together, as women who are navigating this precarious thing titled life. it's moments like these which translate to a hearty-amen because moving on provides freedom. or, sometimes it just means a planned trip to walgreens.

i hope to go back to that modern bar with you, the one where part of me feels like i'm in chem lab and the other part feels satisfied by the salt from the prosciutto.

thank you.