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Two days prior, he had been blessed with fresh insight about the goings on in his life, and now, here he was on a Monday morning early before sunrise, getting even more understanding to shine upon his dim mentality.  He said to himself, "Why, If I could just cease from this dangling and find a way to dance the future and dine the past, I would surely be experiencing an earthly paradise. Why, instead of dangling my life away, I could be swinging eastward for a season and westward another season.  He had no doubt that the sheer struggle of hesitancy, though not reaching a level of insanity, was ripping at the seams of his soul and tearing his heart apart.  He knew that soon he hoped, 'this too would pass' and so would his bitter cup.  He often found himself thinking out loud and saying, "Home is where your heart is. Home is where your story begins. There is no place like home.  He knew that there were those who left their heart in San Francisco or some other lovely place.  On the contrary, his heart had been a lot of places but it seems he never left it anywhere but took it with him everywhere home happen to be. He went on to think, "Perhaps my bride would be evermore happy with me for coming to terms with my new reality. And I too would be one happy camper who found paradise in the best of both worlds.
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