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home from Philadelphia, city of brotherly love, something like this, residence of the modern communes, a weekend pilgrimage for small people to lay back in bed, headphoned, listening to lectures, shelter from the cold. I don’t know about anyone else, but I don’t want to give myself much to do. there is trouble out there. and here, if I can rest up and pray, read of prayer, of prayerful things, write, be with friends, then home is the best thing for me. particularly inspired to tag my belongings with good titles that serve as reminders of this.