and i may never sit across a table and commune over coffee and cake (or biscuit/scone) and be able to shake your hand, hug you dearly (i am not a hugger so this will be big for me) pay for your meal, linger in conversation about the world but you have a friend and supported here in chicago.
i am not a crier but mine eyes are a bit misty.
walkerjo lee

Your whole reply here is why your my mate. Don’t make me get to Chicago to make you hug. Or try your tasty vegan treats ( I used to be vegan)… long story for another time.

Thanks Walker — feel like a bit of a dick that I tagged so many people, but was kind of shit scared about posting this and truly do appreciate everyone’s support.

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