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2002-03-21 Spent last night with glue, scissors, pictures and pens. Going through old letters I must have received when I was 'checked out'. A need to write thank you notes for the time I disappeared. So many letters, and sadly frozen because of lack of funds. An ambitious project, still ongoing, still undoing those stupid wrongs that occur in selfish college. And still I can't find Charlie, who must have followed his tongues protests of wanderlust. No route is direct and once so much love. |