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A big toothy grin and a deep belly laugh is what I miss from my sister. That smile and laugh reside in the Pacific Northwest--three airplanes, two connections, and too damn far away.

Sure, I can call her on the phone, but something is lost, not translated over the miles and miles of phone and fiber optic line. I can't wrap my arms around that. I don't laugh until I cry like that.

I cry for different reasons now.

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