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Monday, 28 December 2009

Received for Christmas: a copy of the newest issue of World Literature Today.

Realization: I will never, never, be a poet.

I want to do something big and crazy. I want to hop on a plane and go somewhere, just go, with no plans or worries or cares. It would be so un-me. I would probably have 12 panic attacks before I even got to the airport. But I just wanna be outta here. I want the world.

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