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Clatu Barata Nictoe

i wish i could have some magic words to erase my doubt and fear. i am feeling particularly sad today about leaving. even with all my gear-- ipod, camera, phone, etc., i'm still going to be alone in france. alone with gear, yes, but alone nonetheless. everyone always says that if things are meant to be they're meant to be, that it's always scary, that no one likes change, etc. i know all this but there are times the "clatu barata nictoe" of all that doesn't seem to help.

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Pops:

Keyrist... it ain't like yur goin' to the Isola di Pantelleria!! You'll be an hour from Paris by train. You're gonna make friends there. From your shoes, my biggest worry would be deciding whether or not to come back, a year from now. Think about that...
Pops

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