I arrive in Emeryville, California and am looking to catch a connecting bus to San Francisco. As I step off the train I see a couple holding each other like it's the last time; a sad goodbye, I think. minutes later I see them getting into the car; instead, a happy hello. Oh they joy they must be feeling to be back together. One doesn't need to know the story to understand the longing they must have felt for each other.
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February 2020
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