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I just got an entire hour and a half in which I could do anything I wanted and I spent it looking at art. I have so many things I am thinking about, but to do that, I have to write, and there is no private time in which to write. What's making me happy: tomorrow I am getting on a plane and I will be heading back into my life, which will include time to reflect, time to talk, and time to write. That sounds so sweet to me now!