An open letter to my friends

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It’s a Sunday afternoon in June, all warm sun and idling time, and I’m stuck in traffic on the motorway. Without warning, that song comes on, the one we sang and danced to, the one whose lyrics overlaid our lives. And all at once I’m frozen, knocked backwards. And I miss you with the force of a freight-train.

Comments

[magikalrhiannon]

Love you too Luci.

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Yay! How are you, oh wonderful one?

[magikalrhiannon]

Heh, you want a well crafted lie or an honest answer?