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I miss you. The way you make me feel. The way you motivate me from deep within yourself. That look of completion in incompletion. That great taste of power I receive from accomplishing you: I lap up the wisdom and the knowledge and the strength from your bowl of creative expression and hope that one day I will fill the bowl on my own. Among your columns and rows and letters and words…I am whole. I am finally final.

I miss you, writing. I miss our good times.