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The clock ticked on, the wind rustled some leaves, and a minute and an email later, I am different. The story has gone with the moment. Parallel universes spin yet again.

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Coming in at midnight from a late but funny meeting, I find that I am happy. A number of aggravations, grouchies and grumpies, plus sulks have winked at me in the last day or two, and I've even gone as far as wrestling with the little rascals, but here I am at the end of a long day, refreshed by the cool night air and the company of kindred souls, and I find that am still sitting on a placid lake of peace that seems to be presently me.