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I read for a living. I ought to write more. I got out of the habit. Suppose I ought to enter back in. Not for you or anyone else, really, but for me.
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Thursday, December 09, 2004
One dreams of being blessed with great friends, but in awaking to the reality of them finds the dreams wholly unsatisfactory.
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