What you can imagine, can be
I’ve struggled with a vision for what happens next with Tin. What would coming home feel like? I dreamed last night Tin crawled in bed with me. At first I turned, thinking it was the version of Tin as a young, footed-pajamas boy, but I looked again and he was a full grown man. He lay there beside me, his body stretching longer than mine. I smiled and said, “Do you want me to teach…