094 – Fri, Apr 6, 2018, 11:46 PM

I hear the children playing in the daycare down the hill, and I think of you. Rosemary* is talking. She said the word, “Mama,” and I think of you. And every day it becomes more real, and I always think of you. I wish there were a stronger word than, “fair.”

I love you. I miss you. I love you.

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* Names have been changed to protect privacy.