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Norway
November 1, 2012
Though I don't come here looking for your return as often as I did when you first departed from me, I still, on very lonely evenings, come and sit, looking out over a sea of your silence, hoping to possibly catch a glimpse of your peeking up over the distant horizon of your return.
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