The reality of the ground and a fix for bureaucracy

Every once in a while, it hits me in a new way that Mary’s gone. As if the past six weeks have happened elsewhere, in some other reality, to someone else. Like I saw it on a show a while ago and I don’t remember all of the characters or the details of the plotline, but I know I saw it. It’s familiar but not in a way that I can fully grasp. But then it h…