Inside Google Maps, we still live together. It's July 2012 here; my car is parked in the driveway. One of your ham radio antennae peeks over the roof. The trees are in full leaf, so I can't see the windows; are the lights on? Am I inside? It's overcast, but the sun seems high; maybe I'm walking the dog, but I don't see us. Probably I'm at my desk. Possibly I am on the floor crying for reasons I don't even understand. It is five months until I leave.

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