This quiet passing of a change. I look at trees, the web of branches against a backdrop of a sunset splintered into pink and orange, the slight movement of leaves in the breeze, the memories etched into the barks, and again I look at the trees, because they make me smile, their plain silhouettes of a collective loneliness, the unurgent rustling in
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but i think i just really miss you.
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