The smell of camp fire imbues the air and each time it gets harder to say goodbye to you.
We sit, we laugh, we smoke, we talk and each time I am reminded of the hole you leave in our lives.
We sit and wait for you. Baited breathe frosting our windows, and this is the price we all pay. The loss of each other, the loss of freedom to see each other, all because you chose to fight for the freedom of us all.
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