It's an odd feeling, reading Elizabeth's
LJ for Aug. 2009 from this distant hilltop of Aug. 2010. Of course, I'm just glad I'm here to read it at all. I don't remember anything at all between July 10 and a year ago tomorrow-ish, and then only vaguely and (as I discovered reading Elizabeth's entries) not always correctly.
It's been a contemplative,
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