I get nostalgic, or some variant on that feeling, this time of year. I get restless. It's not a year-end dying thing, and it's happened for a long, long time, even before I met her. But now that feeling attaches her memory to itself and populates the silent woods of my mind with her ghost. Five years. I never knew what exciting and
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I didn't use to have many close friends--their numbers are still small--I'm only in touch with a handful of people I've known longer than 5 years.
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I think your piece was really nicely written, even though it was open to my misunderstanding it.. :)
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