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I think of you always. Miss you and hope all is well. As for me, I'm still single.
 
I am so happy to know you
Are there. I think of you and am so grateful you impressed upon me the need to stop and count to 3 before driving off at the stop sign. How many times I do it right and
find a black and white car around the corner. I send you my love.
 
My father is on his deathbed in the hospital.
He's an eighty five year old
Vietnam vet. He's a career army intelligence analyst and investigator. Cold war warrant officer. Interrogator.
For all his sacrifice he was never content. He writhes restless in his bed. How can I know what's going thru his head? I've got to be strong. I be gotta take my lumps like everyone else. But my mind is a sacred space you can't find. I guard it jealously.
I savor the content of my own thoughts. I make connections and I make plans and I study the problem or situation. I define my scope, objective and cost and time frames.
Then I prepare to meet chance around any corner in any crowd and in any part of town. Everyday life is a ceremony. We are born into a situation which may or may not be ideal. For an infant or child is introduced into a group or family identity by early association. Another way that identity is enmeshed with early childhood is thru rewiring your thought process. I look for patterns I must see the pauses between the words sentences and paper. I make reflection a tool to evaluate. If you accept that all learning takes place in the past,: you'll understand your purpose in tomorrow.
By critical analysis of your actions
you'll develop character. It only takes fourteen days to plant a new habit. Do the thing you must do. Do that thing which you avoid doing the most, and do it everyday. Tend to the sick feed the hungry and shelter the homeless. Know who is before us, beside us and behind us. That's how humans live and work together keeping pace with each other and moving forward in unison toward some defined goal or destination. Culture Custom and Character define individuals as groups democratically represented within a nation of republics building upon the rock of civilization as we know it.
 
My father is on his deathbed in the hospital.
He's an eighty five year old
Vietnam vet. He's a career army intelligence analyst and investigator. Cold war warrant officer. Interrogator.
For all his sacrifice he was never content. He writhes restless in his bed. How can I know what's going thru his head? I've got to be strong. I be gotta take my lumps like everyone else. But my mind is a sacred space you can't find. I guard it jealously.
I savor the content of my own thoughts. I make connections and I make plans and I study the problem or situation. I define my scope, objective and cost and time frames.
Then I prepare to meet chance around any corner in any crowd and in any part of town. Everyday life is a ceremony. We are born into a situation which may or may not be ideal. For an infant or child is introduced into a group or family identity by early association. Another way that identity is enmeshed with early childhood is thru rewiring your thought process. I look for patterns I must see the pauses between the words sentences and paper. I make reflection a tool to evaluate. If you accept that all learning takes place in the past,: you'll understand. purpose of tomorrow
By looking at weekly charts. You'll do it everyday because that's how humans live within civilization as we know it.
 
I love you Shaun. I am writing some things down on the sensation of the passage. I have lots to share. I must write read review edit photo board and DNA as a process. Honor yourself. What that could look like. Computer matched lifestyles. Bring 
 
I love you Shawn. I have much writing to share. But I am in the run
Keeping you posted. Keeping you close. Lighter than air and plain out of sight. My secret lover; my hearts delight.
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