dead
I never knew Leslie Harpold, (or anyone around her). I only knew of her and her death shouldn’t mean anything more to me than any other random person whose work (and life) I admire.
Yet here I am unable to sleep after the infentesimtably small bit of lights came and told me the news.
Leslie Harpold makes me want to create, and Leslie Harpold makes me hope I’m a tenth as well remembered.
Which is about all I have the right to say.
Originally Posted December 13, 2006