wierd. two years. the only way time can be measured is by thought and action. so, in my thoughts it is more real than it was. my heart still aches. now the action part, you would be so proud of your children. i often believe that a bit of your vision landed in my eyes, and sometimes i feel that i am looking and seeing through you as well as me.
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