31-03-2010, 02:09 AM
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Thanks everyone. Seems I'm not alone!
Odd thing is I don't want to go back, yet I can't stop thinking about it. The ordinary bits and the horrific bits. Will trying journalling some stuff.
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The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
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