"I paid my bill and went to the airport. There were aeroplanes to everywhere, to escape in. The urge to escape was very strong. But wherever one went, one took oneself along. From oneself there was no escape."
Dick Francis. Whip Hand. 1979. Bloomsbury Books, London.
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i once complained that patience is not up for sale. and i was given it smack right in my face a few months back. good thing it cannot be purchased. i might have bought a boat load without enough of a wretched heart to contain it.
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after so long, it only dawned on me that it was me who had been the perpetrator. ah. wretched revelation.
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_______ is visiting! i love you i love you!
