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I woke up with my arms wide open, as if you would come into them, as if for one last hug.

You saved me so many times and I saved you until we built a life where we didn't need saving.

I am glad my last glimpse of you was peace, and satisfaction, and joy. I'll miss you. I wish I could live in that with you.

Twenty years or more. So much life, so much learning. And now I'll miss you but in my last glimpse you were happy.

These dreams will be the death of me, or the life.

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Dream eclipsed double moose strike accident from last night, mostly because I suspect everyone (me, the truck, the two moose) are all fine, though I know there's a dent on the truck and I suspect that moose is bruised.

Whoah

I guess the next step after losing words, then working memory, is losing numbers.