i love going up on the roof of our building every morning... just as the city is waking up from her sleepy slumber. it's amazing what you hear at an early hour. the call to prayer. chanting from a hare krishna temple. the sounds of religious worship. reminds me i'm not in Kansas anymore :)
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Oh, Amy, my hearts longs to be there with you. Your words bring me right back to that rooftop.
i love you and miss you so much.
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