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A Tragic Absence in the Life of World Travelers
Saturday, December 14 1996 Missions bore a remarkable similarity to those undertaken yesterday. There was a similar mix of success and frustration, and even less contact with the material world, and nearly all those that there were occurred with strangers. There was a brief period in the evening when I dealt with Tad and a few strange semi-mutant people, the girl among them being the sort, for my own well being, I really don't want to know very well. There's a whole culture of these people in Charlottesville and they seem to be drawn to me for some reason. At least they're for real, I'll give them that. "For-real-ness" was to become a hot commodity later in the evening.
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