He was there, in my dream, looking just as he had. And he was laughing, head thrown back, mouth open, teeth even and white, gray eyes crinkled in the corners and the dimples etched into his cheeks. He stood on a hill, at a slight distance from me, and no matter how I tried to catch up to him, the distance never lessened. I tried to call out to him, but my own voice vanished before it reached his ears.
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