I tried to add up how far we’ve walked together, it must be miles and miles by now but I don’t know how long it takes to meander through the Great Park so I can’t quite reach a number. I know that today was five miles. Because the three-mile route we chose wasn’t quite long enough.
It’s been months since I’ve spoken to you. Months that have drifted past the same way clouds move through the air. From one perspective they look peaceful and serene and from another they are carried on an air current they do not control. I am nervous to speak to you, the gulf of passed months feeling wider every time I glance at the slot in my diary.
Everything in this place is you. We stand in your oh so familiar hallway- a place of frequent meetings and partings. We can’t go further than this stretch of building. The main glass door is at just wrong angle to see your front door with its touch of eucalyptus. - A post about missing my friends
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