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What Do You Do When You're No Longer The Hero Of Your Own Story?

The Kiss Was Innocent--innocent Enough--but It Was Also Full Of Something Not Unlike What Virginia Wants From London, From Life; It Was Full Of A Love Complex And Ravenous, Ancient, Neither This Nor That. It Will Serve As This Afternoon's Manifestation Of The Central Mystery Itself, The Elusive Brightness That Shines From The Edges Of Certain Dreams; The Brightness Which, When We Awaken, Is Already Fading From Our Minds, And Which We Rise In The Hope Of Finding, Perhaps Today, This New Day In Which Anything Might Happen, Anything At All.

We Always Worry About The Wrong Things, Don't We?

There Is A Beauty In The World, Though It's Harsher Than We Expect It To Be.

Here Is The World, And You Live In It, And Are Grateful. You Try To Be Grateful.