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I miss this woman immensely:
I was looking through SonicLlama's photos from their visit and came across the one above. My eyes teared up and, staring at the bright screen with my grading-strained eyes, it was as though the photograph was moving. Wind on the cherry blossoms. Wind on her hair.
Isn't it strange how looking at a photo of someone on the other side of the world can make me so homesick.
Isn't it strange how very shifty the notion of home can be.
I was looking through SonicLlama's photos from their visit and came across the one above. My eyes teared up and, staring at the bright screen with my grading-strained eyes, it was as though the photograph was moving. Wind on the cherry blossoms. Wind on her hair.
Isn't it strange how looking at a photo of someone on the other side of the world can make me so homesick.
Isn't it strange how very shifty the notion of home can be.