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moaning is contagious; laughing is contagious; passion is contagious; sympathy is contagious; hard work is contagious; loving is contagious; hating is contagious; creating is contagious; destruction is contagious; so easily i absorb. stuck in so many moments that could be used better. to be an example. time so easily melts from my grasp. timetables and diaries kept me sane. i will not bow to the hardness that people grow on their faces without realising as realities are etched upon them; what realities. realities are what you make of them. don't waste your time. read yourself properly.

Another Time by W. H. Auden

For us like any other fugitive,
Like the numberless flowers that cannot number
And all the beasts that need not remember,
It is today in which we live.

So many try to say Not Now,
So many have forgotten how
To say I Am, and would be
Lost, if they could, in history.

Bowing, for instance, with such old-world grace
To a proper flag in a proper place,
Muttering like ancients as they stump upstairs
Of Mine and His or Ours and Theirs.

Just as if time were what they used to will
When it was gifted with possession still,
Just as if they were wrong
In no more wishing to belong.

No wonder then so many die of grief,
So many are so lonely as they die;
No one has yet believed or liked a lie,
Another time has other lives to live.

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1) husband and i went to strangelets
2) husband and i had ice cream
3) husband and i lay on the carpet watching tv. too hot world outside.

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seven weeks to christmas. eight weeks to twenty-ten.

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i think i am the type of person that needs lists and squares to check off.

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happy birthday da jie. you the best.

the end.

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