I miss writing long, wandering posts. I miss reading through long wandering scopes. I miss rhyming using short, articulate verse. I miss diving three hundred meters down and still having enough time to come back up for air. I miss the Sea of Galilee and inside me still yearns that 6000 year old hope. I miss the changing leaves, the ones that change
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