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Nearly Blank Canvas

I had come here, to my den, to write a long diatribe about how exhausted I feel, and how I feel lonely and alone. I planned to write about giving up my pipe. I wanted to write for you long, belabored stories that allowed me to spill out my inner feelings, my emotionally foggy disposition of late.

But, I am too tired to do any of that. Too tired to much of anything but sign off and head to bed.

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