� breaking tape � 2003-02-07 � 10:05 p.m. �

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The beat... the anticipation... the reality.

It's all too much for me sometimes. I am overly anxious about the future... tomorrow... new life and beginning - none of that is mine... but I am anxious, hopeful and waiting just the same.

Enthusiasm.

Red hearts that taste like cinnamon.... papers... candy that tastes like maple... tastes like home... the smell of home.

It's comforting and fightening all at once to know home can be sent in a small box with a label on it... all its comfort and all its glory seeps when the tape breaks.

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