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Friday, Oct. 19, 2007 - 2:43 p.m.

I am back from the lowlands. In my absence, autumn has proceeded without me; all the leaves are at it again. On the plane coming into Indy a person exclamed, "Smell that sweet air! We're back in God's country!". I smelled; it smelled like a plane to me. But I knew how she felt, except I knew that we had in fact just left God's country.

Anyway, I'm back, I don't know what to do with myself first.

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