a digital hutch of familiar smile lines and sleepy whispers,
the kind that come when sisters make midnight confessions.
Your bed lies as close to mine as it did during our days of yore.
Your baby blanket has traveled from world to world with you.
While the time zone may change, the blanket remains constant:
pale as the eyes you were born with and too thin for full warmth
but a necessity, a reminder of your home across pixels.
Logging on feels like walking in through the front door
and finding you perched the sofa, arms poised for a hug.
This time last year, we might have shared tea on the porch
or secrets in the kitchen and leftover pasta in the evening.
Now there are borders we must choose to ignore
on the paper maps nobody uses anymore.
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