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What hath God wrought?

27 Aug 2003

There’s a girl sitting at her computer tonight, staring at the screen, alone in her room. She’s thinking this has happened to me before, she knows this feeling, and she doesn’t want to feel it again, she is tired. She doesn’t want to try to understand another relationship that’s 400 pixels wide. But she will sit there nonetheless, late into the night, until the last name on her instant messenger disappears, and then she will get into bed fully dressed and pull the covers up over her head, and she will curse Samuel Morse, and she will decide not to try. This is the abundant life.