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"In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost. It is a hard thing to speak of - how wild, harsh, and impenetrable that wood was - so that thinking of it recreates the fear. It is scarcely less bitter than death; but in order to tell of the good that I found there, I must tell of the other things I saw there." (Dante)

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I'm Still Here

Trudging through Junior year...I'll post something soon (great sounds of relief from my one reader - thanks mom!).

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