November 20th, 2010

if I were me

The Traveler Alone, Day Two

Anxiety: gone. I seem to have settled in to this. Maybe there's an increased amount of time for "are we doing this? ARE WE DOING THIS?" that happens when you get older, or when it's been a long time since you've done [this]. Who knows?

As with everything, I've figured out how to put that in a story.

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