Have I?

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Have I exhausted my ability to see the world? Why can't I just answer my own questions and write about my humble answers anymore? Not sure. I am tired. Not sure I am becoming more of a dancer rather than a writer. Or is it that I don't have time to think anymore?  I am going to have dinner with a friend tonight and she makes me laugh. I have been working so much lately. I am not sure what to do to have fun. Dancing last weekend was superb. Edwin is recovering so well from his surgery. Love to see him running around. Benjamin is on a diet because he was getting way too chubby. I am flirting with life.

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