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I felt transcendant. Just transcendantly good. I felt like I was leaving unncessary things on the other side of the lake. Freeing my arms to embrace something else. I can't quite put it into words.
I knew that something was happening. I wish I could explain. I wish this small picture could encompass the scale.
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I'm real glad about the ritual cleansing bit, but...I'm so calling bullshit on your bus crossing that lake.
I felt it happen!
Beneath this crispy, cynical nerd crust is a soft, dippy, new-agey nougat. And that might be the biggest revelation of this blog.
I will now limit my posts to snide comments about bus food. I will be the Latin American Jerry Seinfeld.
Happy Sarah? This is why no one knows I'm deep!
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