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I miss the things I never did, the ferry ride I never took, the brittle cold that sunk to the depths of my toes and the sushi place down the street from my house. You can whisper that I'm doing the same thing but I miss the leaves at EDCC and the rain, quality frozen yogurt and the front row at Loews Theater, I miss the sound of my wheels privy to the Boeing freeway You can whisper that I'm feeling the same way but I miss things I don't recognize, the drive past the lighthouse and the neighbor who had music too loud, the shy cashier at Fred Meyer and also their apple display that was aesthetically pleasing.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
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I miss the things I never did, the ferry ride I never took, the brittle cold that sunk to the depths of my toes and the sushi place down the street from my house. You can whisper that I'm doing the same thing but I miss the leaves at EDCC and the rain, quality frozen yogurt and the front row at Loews Theater, I miss the sound of my wheels privy to the Boeing freeway You can whisper that I'm feeling the same way but I miss things I don't recognize, the drive past the lighthouse and the neighbor who had music too loud, the shy cashier at Fred Meyer and also their apple display that was aesthetically pleasing.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014 (A Dear God Letter.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
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