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June 11, 2002
I watched the clouds glide slowly across the sky, thinking how nice it would be if you were next to me. At least, I won't feel so alone. Even if no words were spoken or exchanged, the mere sense of your presence is enough to lift me up.

The smell of the morning grass rose gently to me, fresh, clean, uncorrupted. A simple scent that speaks so much and yet so little of a life quietly unfolding in the morning sun. Thoughts of you grew stronger. I remember your simple style, with nothing to hide and even little to embellish.