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2004-03-06

Food poisoning maybe. I find myself walking from place to place but finding a seat in between and just staring absent-mindedly. Whenever I'm ill I have no control over what or who I stare at.

I hope I'm not offending anyone.

We were walking in the rain in the dark and a long white passenger van pulled up beside us asking for directions. We didn't know how to tell them but asked if we could ride with them to get them there. They all smelled good and were dressed well and had missed dinner.

Sometimes you can tell that directions aren't going to help, after a certain point.

I have made it a point to talk to at least one stranger in a pleasant manner everyday.



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