"the distance between everything" 

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Sitting outside on the balcony of our small apartment in Guam as we often did, no words between us, I could always tell when she tried to imagine her life before and in the future-it was rarely in the present. She did this by connecting the stars to map a destination. A kind of time travel. She would always look above the same old palm tree in the distance between the evening and the night.

Tonight she included me. I was happy, but mostly for her as it represented a rare moment when she enjoyed the present.