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I don't know what happened and I certainly don't know why or even how it happened. I don't know why I did the things I did. I had ideas before I did them about what I was doing and I had ideas about what I was doing as I did them. Now I have ideas about the "real" reasons I did them, but I probably have reasons for thinking that way.
It was like I was surfing. The surface changed constantly under my feet and I shifted accordingly, best I knew how. I did what I thought I had to do.
Now, I make the best of everything. Why not?
Carravagio
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