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Good call, Mary -- I'm going to go back and take a look, since I do tend to think of myself as a puzzle...but whether I'm content in it or not is another matter...


Ah, Hemingway and his love for a swell woman and a clean, well-lighted place. If we could all just be honest with ourselves from the beginning, and love ourselves for who we are, then we'd all show up in the world just as we need to be. Sounds like A Prayer for Owen Meany written by Hemingway.

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