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it feels nice to just sit. alone in this coffee house with a dim lamp and drooping bulletin board beside me. the backroom kitchen fan is quietly whistling while it works. for some reason I feel really alive in this moment. is this what being content is made of? if so I want to feel the sweet peace of stillness more often. if not, I like whatever good thing this is.
to be still and know. not worry so much about the learning.
