Somewhere outside Los Angeles, near a place called Temecula, I decided that I couldn't deal with Southern Califonia anymore. I found myself sinking into the same depression that had caused me to flee Chicago. The multi-lane, traffic-filled, concrete super-highways flowed through a seemingly endless suburban strip-mall landscape.
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Reading your journal this is what I was thinking. A very large undertaking alone...
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still, it was the right thing to do.
i needed to go...
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