His wife had been a mystery to him,
and he searched through everyone she had ever known–
getting secondhand memories that seemed to contradict,
thirdhand accounts of those she had allegedly wronged,
and rumors of those wrongs she had sought to right;
he found himself more confused than ever,
for she was,
also,
to them,
a mystery.
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