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I left there a lot younger or so it seems to me. Just a young man in my thirties. Two boys ,my wife and me. So many miles away from home. So many years gone by. At the time it seemed we had to leave. Some place new we had to try. A phone call keeps the voice alive and wakes the memory. It puts a face or time into your mind. It makes you want more to see. A letter from a loved one, Just cannot be the same. Letters on a paper , It could be just anything. You need an arm around you . A shoulder to lean on. An ear thats there to listen to problems when they go wrong. The words ," come back and see us " Don't you stay gone too long. We'll leave the light on for you. whenever you come on home.