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I miss your gray sweater, and I miss the way you cut your hair, I miss the beautiful views of VT, and I miss the bright eyes you have when you are talking about horses...
ReplyDeleteI miss the boys laughing and smiling, and I miss their faces when they are reading a book or listening to a story...