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| We are defined by nothing. Nothing makes us unique. Nothing makes us common. Nothing separates me from you. Nothing separates you from all things. Without nothing, we would be everything. We are by the grace of all that we are not. |
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This brief essay is a first step in the basics. I doubt I'll get much farther. |
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Memories of Julia Belle-Hindsight of a paradise lost Somewhere between youth and knowledge, I found a place more magical than I could have ever imagined. For six seasons on and off between college and distant side trips, I returned to a Mississippi steamboat. Each time, I found my place or was put in my place. The folks I learned my deepest lessons from have passed out of my life in one way or another. And yet the legacy they left in me, I'll never be able to do justice. But I'll be damned if I don't try... |
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