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Wednesday morning

It’s early Wednesday morning as I silently sip my tea with half a thought, half a prayer in my quiet soul. Do you care to hear my voice when my throat is sore and I’m half awake? Can you see me past the morning fog that hides my face?

Sooner than I ask the question I feel you smile as if to say, I’m just happy to see you today.

For a second I wonder if it is only my imagination, until I hold back the tears that come because it sounds like something you’d say. Half of me is sorry I doubted my truest friend, and the other half, just happy to hear your voice again.

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