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Friday, March 11, 2011
Sleep is a refuge from the exhaustion of being. One can only hope that if death is not the start of a wild adventure in afterlife Disneyland that it is a gentle slip into an endless sleep.
I am a student of whatever comes to hand. Occupied and employed seemingly at random I suspect there may be a plan that no one filled me in on...mostly because everyone I can talk to hasn't been filled in either.
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