The hug comes flying at me with the
energy of a five year old.
It envelopes me like a cherished duvet, soft, warm, comforting, familiar.
It wraps its arms around my neck
with a loving fierceness, legs around my waist,
head snugly resting on my shoulder.
The hug tells me all I need to
know.
I am her everything and she is mine.
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