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Waking up to his pounding heart and the snow around his chest. Heber, the first syllable pronounced like 'he ebbs my strength away.' Settling down, you might say, 7 months now spent memorizing his soft circumflex that wavers, Meh-he-co, and endless bottles of wine. Emptiness ablaze, caught offguard by this unexpected blessing. Who knew the boy who left me for Oxford would one day teach me, through the joint movements of our bodies, that I could be happy again?