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This has gotten old. No journal for a year. That is next. It's been fun, it's been enlightening, it's been two fucking years. This well is starting to sputter, time to drill a new hole. I'll spend some time polishing the nuggets I've pulled from the depths before I dive in deeper. Assimilation. I'm going to type complete sentences that build paragraphs toward a concise point. Then I'll take that point and drive it into the heart of the matter, terminating its residency in my head. Or something like that.

My muse must be getting very impatient with me. I'll make it up to her...

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