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Continued flipping through stuff and well, stumbled across some old letters. Both letters that i've perviously received from people and letters that i did not manage to muster up enough courage to send out.

Re-reading letters always make me feel sad. Bah.

Oh well. As the Thoreau vein goes, "you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment."

History. Dominating, haunting, scaring.


When you play with fire,

it burns.