Treading Water, Treading White Wine

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Why do I feel compelled to write in this journal at the strangest times? I just cannot make the break from actual pen and paper that often. There is something that is still therapeutic about the glide of ink onto really pulpy paper. Maybe it has to do with the fact that on a computer, there is no evidence of emotion. If I write in anger, it is

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[unfocus]

I am probably going to leave one of my kids at daycare one day trying to make it to a concert.

I've met people like that. It's strange.