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November 19, 2014
I want to shed the past like fallen autumn leaves. I have a group of followers from the middle ages and earlier who seem to think I'm the same person they met 30-40 years ago. I keep asking myself, is this more about them? Or is it about me? Is it about me now? or the way I was then? Go away. I don't want to cling. It's over. I want new friends, new places, new. The past is too messy (see above.) In socializing with people who have no expectations of me, I'm freer. Accept me, or not.