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February 8, 2004
Sunday morning... thirty seven days since I last stood in the grace of your presence. I'm trying to reach you on email, but you don't seem to be there, and it is tearing me apart. Last we spoke you said it wasn't a good time to talk, and I haven't heard your voice since. And so I write these words now, not knowing where you are, if you live or die, any of it. And i feel so utterly alone. Alone here, eight hundred miles away from you. Eight hundred miles too many. Oh, baby, I miss you so badly...