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Feb. 15th, 2006 06:09 pmThe river is low and the sky is high and wide with stacked clouds, the days are getting longer and winters grip is receding. Today is beautiful, I am going home to a man who loves me, to wrap ourselves around each other. I have my guilty pleasures, a bottle of Dr Pepper, a chocolate muffin and a copy of some terrible women’s magazine which I will write a ranty report on at some later date about all its anti feminist indoctrination. Out on the estuary the water is reflecting the silver winter sun of its rippled surface and tilting my head back the sun resembles a full moon, and mostly today I am feeling lucky to have everything I have, to be able to do this beautiful train journey every time I go home, to be writing this on an incredibly expensive machine that somebody else paid for to be listening to good music. To know there are people in this world that love me, to be able to afford fripperies and sugary crap that I in no way need. To be warm, to be safe, to know I have a roof over my head, to have a fridge full of food, to have access to a damn good education. To have a house full of books, to be, more or less, healthy, to live in a society which, despite all it’s myriad faults, is not going to lock me up for speaking or writing my mind.