One, Two, Three... And So OnW. Eric Martin
After I've closed my book and turned off the lamp and kissed you good night, lightly, on the top of your head so as not to wake you, I lie down and start to think about how many more days we have left together. Though the numbers are infinite, I know---and not merely because sleep is overtaking me---that I cannot count forever.
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