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I used to consider absence a lack.
And I ignorantly regretted that lack.
Today I have nothing to regret.
There is no lack in absence.
Absence is a presence in me.
And I feel it, a perfect whiteness, so close and cozy in my arms that I laugh, dance, and invent glad exclamations, since absence, this embodied absence, can't be taken away from me.