She never stopped listening either. You don't realize how important that is until the person is gone. After they're gone you sit around and you remember their ears the most.
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From the roof of our apartment Sarah and I could watch the fireworks.
The whole show would only last about an hour, but we'd stay up
there all night long. We used to talk about everything ---the colors
of breath, the texture of dragonfly wings, love. There are some people who
don't deserve to hear everything, most of the fucking world as a matter
of fact, but Sarah wasn't one of them.
She never stopped listening either. You don't realize how important that is until the person is gone. After they're gone you sit around and you remember their ears the most.
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