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July 16, 2001 grocery shopping after work makes me sad The air of the moral high-ground is thin.   It cannot sustain life.   The sopping air of the moral lowlands is peaty and fecund.   It supports life against all fond hope. The Middle Path always forks.   And there is no redemption.

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