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I wish you were here....to weave your small threads of laughter in, around and through my neck....to yell deep into the cold, into the night...to throw our heads back. A chair pulled back and pushed in to signify intent, a raised eyebrow, a perfect and guided moment defined by the simplicity of being and the enjoyment of union.....an instant tingle of vitality that begins in my toes, comes through dancing in my stomach, up and over the tip of my head...you're as easily the moon as you are a street light in soft snowfall.