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Aug 2014
It’s a different kind of Friday.

One where, if I inhale deeply enough, I might catch the tail end of your air.

One where, with arms fully extended, we could possibly graze fingertips.

One where you are as near as you have ever been.

Today, you are as near as here.
Brie Sarita
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