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Somedays, even when we lay side by side underneath thick blankets, we are on opposite ends of the earth. The warmth our bare legs generate, rubbing together with each shift in bed, serves as a reminder of how close we are physically, yet we are 24,000 miles a part. I yearn to close this distance, but I don’t know if I have the strength to make a fool’s journey.
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
A Melancholy Confession
Somedays, even when we lay side by side underneath thick blankets, we are on opposite ends of the earth. The warmth our bare legs generate, rubbing together with each shift in bed, serves as a reminder of how close we are physically, yet we are 24,000 miles a part. I yearn to close this distance, but I don’t know if I have the strength to make a fool’s journey.
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
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