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Reflections
This was a journal entry. Many years ago. Processing a night that can seem so close and fresh and then at times so far, or even naive sentiment.
I was living and working abroad. Teaching English in a foreign country. I was feeling a bit alone, a bit exposed as I prepared to step in front of this class for the first time.
Lots of good memories associated for me with the soccer World Cup. Today just wanted to get down a few.
A spot I loved in Dallas. A spot now gone from Dallas. But thankfully the best of it I'll keep with me.
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