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The breath of travel is still lingering close behind me. It's during these times when it's hard to remember what home really means to me; the people I leave behind and those who are still close to my heart even when they're so very far away. That is one thing my heart is learning to do this summer; it is slowly learning how to better love someone from a distance.
A letter dearest to my heart:
My Darling,
Less like the way our jaws come together. No, more as our lips are left on our smoke
The clouds that barely move,
slowly wrapping and winding.
Coming together. As if they are from the same sky.
We know they are.
This is the way you move in my heart. At once embracing - and being.
xxx
