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MY MISSING KEY I wish I could find the missing key to my life. I could set it to help me when I screw up or otherwise Complicate my quiet life, my simple smile. I would like to set the key on normal, or simple, or regular to ease my way, my soul’s churnings, to restore equilibrium to me again. But what makes me think that a setting such as normal or regular even exists in my life. I wouldn’t recognize it; would probably try to “fix” it before it got out of hand and felt too good!
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