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[rick_man]

Every once in awhile, I'll dust off this journal and reread past entries of my own or sometimes past entries of friends, entries that have spoken to my heart and soul, entries that despite the pain they stir and reawaken, I do not wish to delete. I find myself doing this more and more often and yet until tonight, I had no desire to write in my own

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[golden_boy]

Maybe you can find the answers, though, eh?

I've found, though, that you can't really go back to the past. But you can find new friendships, even when changed, in the present.

[rick_man]

But do I want to find the answers? That remains to be seen.

True enough. Of course, that means that I actually have to come out of seclusion, doesn't it?

[golden_boy]

Only you know that, Alan.

Well, yeah. *laughs* But you've been bored with your roses and you know it.

[rick_man]

True enough.

They were in bloom for a very long time. They reminded me of some very good times. But the petals dropped and the roses wilted away.

[golden_boy]

Time passes, for people and roses. Doesn't mean that neither will never come round again - even if they are different the next go round.

[rick_man]

True enough, again.