When you’re on the ropes, and running down, so low to the
ground, and your loved one knows this and props you up, firmly persuading you
to apply for that grant to work on that new novel that’s already at about 300
pages in (with a hopeful 400 page finish-line in mind) and you do your dutiful
160 pages of photocopying and get that application package in the mail, no
matter what other small or great obstacles try to bar your path, and you realize
that you are lucky, very lucky to have your loved one.
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