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No Words Right Now

I couldn't even cry.

It's that feeling you get when you are emptied out and you can't cry at all.

It's eerie, because I remember feeling this way in 1984, too. You know, Dusty Baker said all along that the goats, the curses, the history, didn't mean anything.

Well, now this group has its own history, and as we know all too well, it will take some time and effort to overcome it.

I'll write lots more tomorrow, probably in the afternoon.