(65) Comforting

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Dear You,

There’s something inexplicable in the air that senses you near and though I’ve admittedly tried to push it away with the idea that I’m losing it, the sense of you near remains.

My wish is that your crazy is at least half as comforting as mine.

Love,
Me


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