• Okay. I could have made an entry over the weekend: i had a three-day weekend after all. I spent little time on the computer however. I learned something this weekend. I don't know everything. Actually, I already knew that, but I learned some things I did not expect to hear. Delightful and frightening things. Things that I must respond to, and yet am unsure how to respond to. If you are reading this journal, stop. Look up Missing Persons, "We Don't Know Love At All". Then after you read it (listen to it if you have it: it's on the album "Colour In Your Life"), come back. Back? Okay, going forward. There are things I want to say, but have no place, no right to say. I am compelled to take some sort of action, but nothing I would do would be appropriate or even helpful to do. How very much I want to take up this small, delicate, fragile thing, with a strength unguessed and unrealized, hold it, cherish it, nurture it, and and watch it grow. I want to watch over it, protect it (fiercely if needs be), and prove that there is something good to be gained in the struggle.

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