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and then our exile

Monday, November 24, 2003 at 9:28 p.m.

I am returned.
I have a lot to say, but will keep from doing so, for the moment. If I brim now, I make myself too open. Then again, though, only two people come here even once in a while, and I can usually trust them to keep closed, most of the time. But still: even a little is too much, now. And so I am silent.

I will email on the morrow. For now, I sort through junk mail. And look forward to reading a letter I found on the fridge, and seeing many of those dear to me tomorrow at the Agricom.

and then our exile

Monday, November 24, 2003 at 9:28 p.m.

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