Reaching out, looking for some way to escape the crowd
You whispered words that I've been searching for
Somehow you answered my call
Reaching out I feel I'm rising up
You give me grace
In a world that doesn't sleep at all
You give me grace
It's a place I've never been before
You give me grace
And in all of the confusion you're the peace in my soul
That's why I will never really be alone
grace by simon webbe
i spent today living microecons once more.last year's R paper experience just rushes back i tell you.maybe it's a good thing.i just read.memorizing anything felt like i was going to be re-recording stuff already in my head.now i'm just incoherent because i've got a crazy cough,and i'm starting to sneeze through half-closed eyes.
goodnight.
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