he still calls you by your nick name.
he told us of that cat you tamed for him,
the smart cat who forces the dog to groom her.
he stood outside his house.
he told us of his wife who did paintings
and was a nurse.
he told us about the river
that rages.
he waved to us.
he misses you.
he misses life.
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