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so it is morning again. pressure. to walk out of here. through the rain, sky dimmer than ever. you’ll learn to live through it, like other winters. get a lot of reading in, Baldwin, Merton, SDG, … wondering if I am coffeehouse material. if coffeehouse material is the kind of material I am looking for. the only thing I like about tucking my shirt is untucking my shirt. matthew, keep inspiring the living hell out of me. I’m afraid I slip out of myself sometimes, become something I regret. all these people make me crazy. I need plenty of solitude or death is sure as steel bridges.