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I want an out. I want a path, a door, a channel of clear water, a step between the hedges. I don't want an escape, because I don't want to leave, but I want something to take all the irreconcilable tension and make it... if not useful or beautiful or pleasant, at least bearable, navigable. I don't want to be the string that snaps. I want an out.

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Sitting in EATS last night I noticed a song on the perpetual mix that was clearly early Doobie Brothers, though one I didn't recognize. My immediate thought was, "I don't have nearly enough pretty, happy music". The sudden realization of that absence was almost physical. This morning, running late, Rhapsody is feeding my need.