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I don’t know why I find it so difficult to express my feelings to you. Even though we’re far apart I can see you as vividly as if you were here with me. I said I’ll miss you and I do. As Shakespeare more ably wrote my sentiment in Sonnet 47. “Thyself away art resent still with me; for thou not father than my thoughts canst move, and I am still with them and they with thee; or, if thy sleep, thy picture in my sight, awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.”