The Last Thing
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The last thing I have of him...~tilts his head and chuckles, managing to make a very short and quick ghost like presence on the net~ Always coming home.. ~grins~ when one has none, the world is home, but some places are uniquely comforting. I will come home, ~sighs and pets your cheek~ Wish I had gotten to see/talk/communicate with you in the last few days, but tis my fault, didn't email. ~laughs~ Damnit.. ~snickers~ I remember soft tears on my shoulder at an airport, and almost feel the role reversed. As I promised, you will get silent tribute when I am on the plane.. Farewell. ...and today we bombed Afghanistan. Today the sky is black.
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