However sloppy they may be, I try to make a note of my thoughts as often as possible. Sometimes I discover notes scribbled on crumpled pieces of paper in my pocket, by my bedside table, on a notepad by the phone, or at the bottom of my backpack, and wonder who wrote them. While I discard most of them, some remain a source of irritation or stimulation.
Natural pearls are hard to come by.
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