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December 22, 2015
Loneliness sets in. The missing-people kind of loneliness I feel when I get pictures and texts and emails that make me want to just go over and say hi and have a drink or a coffee or take a walk or make a meal together, or just hang in the kitchen with kids coming in and out, or watch a movie, or sit on the floor and make block towers for knocking down, or read books with a little warm body in my lap, perfectly shaped to fit between my crossed legs and curved torso, our bare feet touching.