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10 February 2010

my best friend's chai latte

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So many of the people I love live nowhere near me, so I consider myself extremely lucky to have one of my favourite people in the world living only 2 hours away.

During our minimum once-a-month visits, we collect all the shards of moments that have broken away and gone unnoticed, and remind each other why all the pieces matter.

The steam from our hot drinks rise up during the coldest days of winter, and our comfortable conversation warms the parts of my personality that I leave cold for so many others.

It's the quiet moments - in between the plans - that I have come to value most.

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