I remember the midnight storm, and my friend that came with it.
Little girls waiting for Santa. Whispering in PJs. Drawing pictures. She vanished as the squall ended.
My daughter hands me a picture on Christmas morning, crayon fresh from twenty-three years ago.
I hug my Best Friend Forever.
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