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[victorianist]

Waves of emotion from a recent disappointment subside in the face of self-esteem and self-remembrance. Looking back on past entries, I get a great sense of me-ness. I remember writing them, I remember feeling them - they emanates from me, and to them I can return for confirmation of self. I write for present self, future self, and, in this public forum, a few friends. I am the context.
Time to go to bed, so I can rise early and run. Run away my troubles. At least a bit.