'its like climbing upon a hill and looking out over the city and seeing his face written into every corner of every street,' pause, 'but you can't really see any corner of any street from high up here, can you? its like being down in that corner in that street and you still can't feel him by your side.'
she lays her head down beside my own, eyes writing of a weariness that one can only pretend to understand, a weariness that is her life and i can only pretend to understand. and with all i can i try to rewrite all the words in her eyes.

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