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I miss going for walks late at night and hearing about your day.  I miss listening to your stories of ordinary events and the way you tell them with such passion that makes them wonderful.  I miss the sound of your voice, and watching the clouds and the stars and the moon until the sun came up.  I miss the way you used to say my name and the look on your face when you saw me there, waiting for you.  I miss your warm embrace on a cool evening.  Of all the things I miss about you, most of all, I miss seeing that smile that lifted me from even my worst days.


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