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Right now I am quaked by the maddening idea that this summer will not be consumed by what I have always known. I have always known us, to sit together like two birds overwhelmed with the intensity of an evening song; two doves perched upon indifference and painted with the purity of amicability. I know we have never been together in the intimacey that might be depicted in some far-fetched version of a modern day Skakespeare. But you were you, and I was I, and we were we as we sang songs of friendship and chirped around the sound piches that pure happiness and love for a brother brings. Fuck.