Further

Dear photo-taking, poem pulling, paintbrush chewing self….

It’s been awhile.

And though there’s a lot I could share about what it’s been like to bump right up against you day after day with little more than a nod from you in my direction, I’ll say only this: Despite proximity, I was starting to think you couldn’t be much further away.

It’s good to know I was wrong; it’s good to know you never really went that far,

and damn – it’s good to see you again.

Futher – as related to figurative distance (vs “farther” which relates to physical distance – like points on a map). Definition: At, to, or by a greater distance (used to indicate the extent to which one thing or person is or becomes distant from another).

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