I felt this in my soul. I keep old letters and journals like a hoarder- they always reveal more about me then anything else I could ever put out into the world. I am both grateful and cursed by the internet, and it's ability to keep everything- now all my foibles are in cyberspace for anyone to find at anytime, except me. The Japanese translation almost seems like poetry- is that from the language, or the culture, or is that all you?
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