remembering the sound of your voice is difficult. it's like remembering a dream after it's long over--i'm not really sure if i'm remembering it correctly, or if i'm giving it attributes of my own, trying to piece it together from patches of memories.
and so, hearing it for real. is an indescribable sensation. something like falling back into a dream i had as a child, and knowing that entire dream world like the back of my hand, even though it's been years. it's a shock, at first, and then it's as familiar and intimate as the shirt i sleep in.
your genuine laughter, your gentle assurance, the way you think out loud, the way you speak so softly sometimes i have to be in silence to hear you over the line. the distance between us is great but you cross that chasm easily with your voice. and you don't even know it.
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