You crossed an ocean. I crossed another kind of distance. Yours was measuredin miles,airports,and passport stamps. Mine was measuredin locked bedroom doors,counting footsteps,and wonderingif tonightI would be safe enoughto fall asleep. The strange thing is— you met me halfway. Through a glowing computer screen,through a crackling Skype call,through a voicethat reached fartherthan any airplane ever…

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