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Throughout my life I have usually had but a handful of trusted intimates. When I was younger this was due to painful shyness, but as I have grown older, I have come to believe that this is the natural order of things.
Back in the days when I would take long walks at night and early morning, South Fayetteville was always one of my favorite parts of town to travel in, working out any creative (or otherwise) problems I might be having.
Well, it’s been a relaxing few weeks away from the world of Internet Outrage, but now that I have a few minutes to spare, I thought I’d post something, lest whatever writing skills I still have atrophy and wither away.
I was telling Tracy about films coming to the base theater when I was a kid, and I suddenly remembered that - especially if you were stationed in a non-English speaking country - pretty much the only movie previews we saw were the ones shown at the theater.
Though my prognosis doesn’t seem as dire as it did a few months ago, there are still occasional days when I feel like death warmed over - hence the fact that I am not as diehard in my writing as I should be.