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  • A photograph of me with my mother and sisters on our front porch, circa 2009 maybe. My sisters have left home now, left for bigger places, better things, brighter people, but this picture stays the same, and to me, so does everything in it. I am wearing Naomi's sweatpants, she a shirt that I've now passed to Abby, and we're all laughing. We're all looking up at Mom and it's summer, even if it's not.

    There are a lot of ladies in my life about whom I feel this way, and I don't know how to say it besides in the most simple of ways: I miss you, but I love you more.
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