Photo by Cristian Dina on Pexels.com Tuesday, April 7, 2020 I miss my friend. It’s like I’m in mourning, but I’ve no right to be. It’s not like he’s dead or anything, nor even sick. He’s just far away. And for most of the time that we’ve known each other we’ve not been any nearer. …
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