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May 26, 2003
Amidst a room of reasonably intelligent and nice people, almost all related to each other by blood or marriage, I watch the dynamics and interactions of adults and children. Bits of conversation float past and I try to become part of it, not just my usual passive observer self; my knitting sparks some comments and as I have met all of these people at least once before I have some level of comfort, so there is a modicum of success with that effort. Yet I feel very much different and apart from these people and I cannot figure out why.