Look, you’re there,

and I’m here.

Distance is illusory;

gulfs meaningless;

mistaken.

We are where we are.

There and here.

Are we apart?

Can distance

dissociate us?

I’m here.

You’re there.

Together.

 
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Written as a Christmas present for my much-loved niece who had moved 3000 km across the country.

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