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Sometimes I just miss the old days, old music, old friends.
Nostalgia is a bitter enemy.
I hope everything comes around--I'm not sure it will anymore.
Weather like things: the turning leaves, dropped temperature, and slow car rides makes life a little different.
I'm doing my grandma's eulogy on Sunday. I've never done one of those before, I'm sure its going to be difficult. Anything that means a lot is always difficult, like admittance or education or repentance or change.
Daniel
3:42 PM
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