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Friday, January 07, 2005

Christ I miss him

The webcam is a blessing and a curse. I love seeing him. But it makes me want him so badly I can hardly stand it.

The sight of his broad back or his delicate ear is torture. A reminder of what I can't have. Of just how far away he is.



Beyond a certain point
distance is a fact and not a measure.
It hardly matters whether I am
five or seven thousand miles away
or whether it is five o'clock
or six where you are.

-Guy Gavriel Kay

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