It is about to storm here. Austin must wait until during the week; I have some time off and I will get away then and try to remember what matters. A pilgrimage of sorts. I always feel remorseful about my writing: that I write too much, that I couch things that are personal in vague terms that may appear to mean one thing when the mean something
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And you do often write in circles, and frequently you are amazing vague...even when you are writing about being vague ;)
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