My life is lighted by a new purpose. On an unrelated matter, I don't know that I am good at journaling anymore. I seem to have too much life to contend with to write it into imagination the way I used to. I am most interesting when I am lonely and idle, like a bewildered child in a strange place. Maybe I should be lonelier and idler, but that
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