I'm feeling horribly depressed again. Every time I hear the sparrows sing I miss Pidgie. I wish Wil was here to bark when someone comes to the door.
And this is the longest James and I have ever been apart. I remind myself that John and Abigail Adams were apart for years at the time, but it still aches so badly. I just want to curl up in a little ball and cry.
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