In the morning the sun brightens my room
Afternoon light filters through yours
I hear your voice and I hear my birds transmitted on the other side of the ocean
I hear the space around us
My ceiling fan whirls and your computer fan races as if preparing for flight
Our voices start and stop as we communicate through static
Connections are maintained and lost in the ether
Four thousand miles away seems like the farthest distance in the world
as I hear your breath in my ear

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