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It’s been a very long time since I wrote a journal. I did it many moons ago, and some of you who read those journal entries are still hanging with me today. I could wrap my heart around you. I write to you from a place that bears quite a bit of resemblance to my 21 year-old self…i feel like the world is ahead of me once again. The tightrope of solitude is once again mine. Well, not when the kids are singing nonsense and doing body tattoos jacked up on cupcake sugar. But, perhaps we are all alone at the end of the day.