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The recent trip to Seattle to protest the wto was not confined only to jolting and strong memories. The drive home, growing sleepy I switched off driving to Bodhi. Pillow on glass. Taking in a favorite surrounding. Rain smeared, paired red and white lights floated by. Some catching up on the time that had slipped between us, some comfortable silence. I thought about how I miss her, geography is tough to work around sometimes, and drifted in and out of sleep as the miles slipped by.