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Je Reviens

I will return.

I just thought of the name that could be Josette's journal.

The vintage fragrance.

How divine.

I decided there was no longer a need to be stubborn or retarded. Usually the best way to get what you want is to go to and ask directly. In this case I got about 80% of the way there. Like everything else nowadays, it's up in the air, but I feel really good that I affirmed something was important to me, that my feelings and wants mattered.

I think what I really learned through my dreams is that Josette was a doll, not a character contained in my mind, and I want the doll, that doll, and that's a real feeling. What I did and do now is crazy by some standards, but I am ready to live with that. This last week I felt something really supernatural and it kind of pushed me over the edge into certainty.

I was doing good this weekend until I thought of Je Reviens, and now I feel anxious.

A.S., thank you for the goodness you send. I appreciate your well wishes deeply.

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