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I know in my heart there are hurt places that are dark and deep, and scary, like ocean depths, unplumbed by man. I don’t go there either. My strength, I tell myself is in laying aside those things as if they didn’t exist. I lie to myself that they don’t exist; that I am not doing the Scarlet O’Hara, I’ll think about that tomorrow thing. And don’t accuse me of being like her and planning to think about that tomorrow. Continue reading →