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  <title>Hazy meandering words for today...</title>
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  <description>The words just won&apos;t come for me today as they have many other days. My mind is chugging along at a pace a little too swift for comfort, touching here and there and leaving me mired in indecision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was sad. My best friend there came in to pack her last things. I feel alone now, not trusting anyone else. They drove her out, the supervisor and some of the others, because she didn&apos;t fit in, though there will never be any proof for that besides the just &lt;i&gt;knowing&lt;/i&gt; that they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping already. Last night I slept the whole night through, only the second time of doing that in the past year. I felt rested in a way but odd too with nothing to mark the passing of the hours, no looking at the clock, no bathroom stumbles, no listening to husband&apos;s funny breathing. Just silence and a feeling of too much time passing and me unaware of things.</description>
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