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This is my room.

Looking for Home. Finding Home. Home is where the heart is. Isn’t. What is my home aligned with? My heart. My head. My pocket. One thing I know is that I wish it weren’t so involved with “the market,’ the economy, that everyone wants a bargain and so on. I would like to just go out and look without pressure – not that I’ve ever done that, but I’ve been under less pressure before. I don’t love pressure but I know it makes diamonds and all that.
The whole process makes me kind of sleepy.

And it’s raining, which makes sleepy easy.

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