There is always this emptiness, this fatigue when I return to solitude or pensiveness or whatever state of being it is when my mind wanders into realms I do not know. To imagine the vast expanse of (largely) unfettered time ahead of me rather scares me yet I do not want to change anything. Am I unhappy? No. Am I happy?
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I can't wait to get to the book of Romans.
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