I usually write rather extemporaneous and drawn out journal entries. Today, there's just too much of a jumble to get out, and sometimes, things are more pretty all tangled, at least to gaze upon from a distance. Once every thread's pulled clear, the mystery dies. And while I sometimes long for that sort of order, right now, there's just a tangle to go off of, and I suppose that's fine for now.
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