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I may be mostly ignored here in the LJ world, but Someone out there, way back across the Great Water, is thinking about me. Apparently more often - or more intensely - than I thought she might... after all this time. I thought I was the only one who worshipped at the Altars of Memory. Or maybe I am just inherently incapable of believing that I might actually mean that much to someone who means that much to me...