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  • Maybe it’s the people we love, the ones who boomerang their way around our lives, who encourage us, change us, and uplift us but only in passing; maybe their the ones we’re meant to hold onto. Maybe their the ones who compile our soul and reside in our deepest, most-worn crannies. Maybe life ebbs their presence in our world so frequently solely so we don’t have to miss them so much. Maybe for the simple fact that if we do miss them, we can rest easy knowing that they’ll be back, and next time you’ll be that much more ready to catch them.
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