I went home after the Merchant’s last curtain call had died away, echoing in my heart; buoyed and lifted, yet with a core of grief. The happiness I felt at the utter certainty and rightness of my decision to leave. The joy at having my spirit nourished by The Bard, raised, neurons firing at warp speed as I processed it all. And yet, the underlying grief…
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