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Sunday
2 September 200110 42 pm pdt [ good grief ]
I know I have a great life. I know, as my mother is fond of reminding, that 95% of the world would love to have my problems. But they are problems nonetheless. Knowing that others are worse off doesn't really make them much easier for me to face.
I used to be much more brave than I am. I don't know when I lost my blundering faith in things "being all right" but I am working hard to get it back as I type.
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