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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Sunday, December 15, 2002
home [sweet?] home
richmond. yay. don't get me wrong. i love my family. my friends here. etc. i just miss people. and craziness. and a certain independence. and other things.
i sometimes feel alienated here, too.
at least i get to go to WEPC. i love my church.
1:22 AM
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