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Sam,
I’m still here.
I’m still counting moons: 223 since you’ve been gone. Eighteen years—two of your lifetimes! How can this be?
Too much time has passed, I know, for me to hope you might still one morning come padding out of your bedroom, smiling at me as if nothing happened.
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