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((HUGS!))) Felt that way many times..An inactive participant watching all the others pass through me..the ghostwriter. Outward but no thoughts,except those provided.... "He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."
Douglas Adams
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"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep"
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