i miss the smell. i miss it's lightness and it's darkness. i miss it's warmth and it's marble. i miss it's one hour el ride on the purple line express to the house of worship. i miss the people who step on and step off that train. i miss physically being at these my sanctuaries.
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Anya, they, like me, are waiting for your return. the nice thing about marble and friends is that they last a long time.
miss you.
love you.
geet
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