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to miss someone. to miss my son.

published: 2012-08-03

Every city reminds you of another city. Climb the old city wall that separates the past from the present. Look as far as your eye can see, past the ruins, towards the horizon that connects the world to the skies. He is there, somewhere. As much a part of you as he is of the world. The rainbow is a bridge to the explosion of colours. When he sees you, he smiles. Tomorrow will soon be yesterday. And today we will hold hands again.

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