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for Bernie
There is a song that was once ours about how so happy we were together. Every time I hear it, it is a reminder of how happy I still am to have you in my life and the friendship we had shared. It has endured, whispering in the periods of silence, hiding in the shadows when we thought the other was too far away. Friendships like that don't manifest out of nowhere, nor do they fade into some astral plane only to be forgotten. Ours is something that no song lyric could capture except perhaps with a typo here and there, done by you, of course. But with every conversation, every virtual hug, it brings me back to that place where we're so happy together as friends should be.
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