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dedication sometimes a series of entries comes pouring out as if they were meant to be, as if they were part of a story or a book, as if they were something more than the rambles in a diary... as if they deserved some sort of title and dedication, some sort of opening page... to that end, I introduce the next series of entries with the following quote (borrowed from somewhere, though I forget where... if you think it was you, let me know and I'll give you credit):
"we must take care to live not merely a long life, but a full one; for living a long life requires only good fortune, but living a full life requires character. long is the life that is fully lived; it is fulfilled only when the mind supplies its own good qualities and empowers itself from within." (seneca)
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |