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“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” ~Robert Frost  If Frost is correct, then I feel like I could write an entire book right now…. I miss you. And I kinda am maybe sorta tearing up. *sigh* I can’t wait to see you, hug you, kiss you, just be near you again. Boo distance. Boo being unable to teleport. (not blaming...
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