The afternoon and evening I spent writing an e-mail which got out of hand. I have half a mind to post some of it, as it concerns the nostalgia I endure this time of year about which I have already made some entries. Maybe I'll rework some of it. Sometimes I have thought that writing about the past might make it more clear to me, but thus far it has only deepened the mystery. I continue to have no idea why I did the things I had no idea why I was doing. Or some such convoluted construction. I don't want to spend time trying to work it out right now. I want to go back out and watch the rare night. The nostalgia won't go anywhere. I've learned that for sure, at least.
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Misty
The afternoon and evening I spent writing an e-mail which got out of hand. I have half a mind to post some of it, as it concerns the nostalgia I endure this time of year about which I have already made some entries. Maybe I'll rework some of it. Sometimes I have thought that writing about the past might make it more clear to me, but thus far it has only deepened the mystery. I continue to have no idea why I did the things I had no idea why I was doing. Or some such convoluted construction. I don't want to spend time trying to work it out right now. I want to go back out and watch the rare night. The nostalgia won't go anywhere. I've learned that for sure, at least.
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