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And the day came when the risk to remain  tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom Anais Nin
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
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I do hope everything goes as arranged. As it is but a delusion sometimes, everything in this obscured brain 'o mine.   (Yes, I hope it works out.) ::: Maybe, somehow. Sigh Life has it's way of being a schmuck.   Perhaps, we could live in our heads. Die in our beds. Become ghost and bobble around hospital beds, secretly trying to make the living better and happier. Because we are virtuous ghost. Quite content with being so. And I'd be happy, if you are happy. And if you are sad, I am eminently sorry you became a ghost bobbling around hospital beds, secretly trying to make the living happier, better and all of those ethical, virtuous things.
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
Dear Denis, (when times were better)