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Reading A Moveable Feast on the train yesterday whilst watching the countryside pass me by on one side and the ocean on the other and spinning up a story in my head — smiled over Hemingway talking about books and writing and remembered a post written by a fellow Tumblr-er and had a similar thought, How lucky am I!  To have something I love that loves me back and comforts me and keeps me from feeling alone!  An awareness that this is more than some people get in a lifetime, and, for which, I am infinitely grateful.