Samantha is studying abroad in Florence Italy this semester. I miss her terribly, and often question why we allowed ourselves to study abroad opposite semesters of the same year. I probably got her letter on the best day possible -- it has been a long week. Inside contained one of my favorite song lyrics:
Hey, my friend. It seems your eyes are troubled, care to share your time with me.
Would you say you're feeling low and so a good idea would be to get it off your mind.
See, you and me have a better time than most can dream.
Have it better than the best; and so can pull on through --
whatever tears are us, whatever holds us down, and if nothing can be done,
We'll make the best of what's around.
The Italian stamps, the letter, the birthday card -- perfect. I miss her.
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