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I miss his words of encouragement.
I miss looking into his eyes and feeling his hope for me.
I miss him with saddness.
I miss him with happiness.
I miss the strength of his hands.
I miss the hugs that he gives.
I miss his songs.
I miss the feeling of loving him and being free from him.
I miss his breath.

He is on a journey where the songs are sweet, the surf is high, hills have rocks, and the fires burn. I miss my friend.