I just got off the phone.
I called him in New Mexico, crying.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know, I just needed to hear the sound of your voice."
A bird flew out of the warm, still night and into his sister's bright house.
I heard hurried voices, flapping wings, a baby cry.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too."
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crazy people are everywhere.
I might be one of them,
but I bet you are too.
