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Henry and His Brother Fiction |
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And finally, Henry
I keep casting about for a way to describe what it is that holds the two of us together. I thought it was as simple as gravity, some powerful, unseen, unthinking force that has locked us into a mutual orbit. But something about that picture doesn’t work: two round, perfect bodies separated by cold silence and vast distance? Our need for each other is much too messy for that. It’s visceral, not celestial. I bleed, he bleeds, and keeping each other close may be the only way we know to keep pressure on the wound.
