It's been over two weeks since you've said goodbye to me. It hasn't been easy. It never is. It think it's harder every time. I miss you every day. I was on the farm this weekend, sitting on the porch, and a butterfly flew by and sat at my feet. He was so beautiful, with three kinds of yellow and tiny wings. The first thing that went through my head, for the first second, was to take a picture ans share it with you. Strange, don't you think? The smallest things make me think of you. It's crazy! Thing is... I used to love it. But now, I need it to go away.
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