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July 8, 2015
I've just spent 50 minutes on the phone listening to my mother talk about her day off. And I miss her more during these calls. I know the streets she walks on, the buses she takes, the restaurants she eats in, her favorite thrift shop. I've been to these places with her, and sometimes when she tells me about her day I imagine myself walking with her, laughing at something she just said. She would think I am bored or sleepy while talking to her on the phone because I'd be quiet, but really, I'm trying to recall her smell.