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[duckslikerain]

Yesterday, for the first time since the unveiling, I visited Seth's grave site. It's been five years. I can't believe it. I brought a stem of yellow lilies, and I wrote a note which I folded up and placed at the end of the stem. In the note, I wrote how much has changed in the last five years for me, and how even though he hasn't been around, he's been with me for all of it. I was in pain, but trying to be optimistic: wherever I go next, he'll be with me for that too.

Where I'm going next is Manhattan for my interview.

Wish me luck.