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April 18, 2006:

Elation.

To be moving.

Once upon a time you thought this was the best place in the world. Beautiful ocean, beautiful beach, mostly to yourself, day after day.

So that little by little when it changed you hardly noticed.

Maybe it isn't anyone, maybe it's you. Too crowded, too much light, too much noise. The sounds of your neighbors blowing their noses. Maybe that's a change, that need to be away from other people's walls.

Agoraphobia.

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