i miss my friend
i miss listening to dylan or joni on breezy summer afternoons
i miss drinking tea from tiny clay cups
i miss the smell of burning incense, or the lingering aroma of past burnings
i miss talking about my mind, and the meaning of life
i miss crossword competitions
i miss cooking together, drinking wine, and playing trivial pursuit
i miss hikes and holding hands
i miss calls before going to sleep
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