Ronald posted every Tuesday starting in June. Weeks went by without even a single response, but he told himself that it was a slow build. He told himself that in the mirror. more than once In August, he perished after a brief illness. In September, his husband discovered that the computer Ronald used to compose and edit his blog had never been connected to the Internet. His last post was a review of an opera where the singers signed as they sang. His last sentence: “What is heard is…well, what is heard?” His husband posted that on Ronald’s headstone.
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