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Last night, reading my words from many years ago, I remembered that I exist. I saw familiar words and sentiments that are all too present today. I saw familiar concerns about my existence. I saw that there is continuity there, in my life and my thoughts, and this was comforting. This is comforting. My words become my base, and my text holds me together. This is something I can rely upon.
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