Nicholas Hughes' suicide.
When I read of the death of Sylvia Plath's son, I thought of the poem, Nick and the Candlestick, which reads, in part:
o love, how did you get here?
o embryo...
You are the one solid
the spaces lean on, envious
You are the baby in the barn.
From Ariel. Sad.
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