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July 4, 2002
Against a crystal wall, floating in a incandescent void of space listening to the repeated sounds of laughter emanating from an unknown and seemingly unidirectional source. I cower and feel alone…scared…wanting to be home again. That old home of childhood where you could hide in the toy closet all day with your imagination and meet so many people you created with your mind. None were ever perfect, but their flaws enhanced them rather than making them seem unsavory. I have known thousands in my time, but these days they are all real, not imagined. What can I say? I'm dreaming…