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  <title>Offline</title>
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  <description>A friend googled me for fun, so I did it too, and I was perplexed at the number of hits. Crazy what accumulates over nine years of networking. I browsed through the results, feeling disconnected.. I could have been reading about a stranger. I&apos;m not that guy anymore. I don&apos;t know who I am, but it isn&apos;t who I found in those search results. So, I&apos;ve been taking myself offline.</description>
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  <description>Have you ever wanted something so much, it makes everything you already have, no matter how great, fade from view? Wanted something so badly that you dream of it every time you close your eyes, and wake up reaching for it? Have you ever felt this kind of longing, paired with the &lt;em&gt;absolute knowledge&lt;/em&gt; that you can never.. &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;.. not ever, have what you long for? Something truly impossible. And no matter what you do or how far you strive, it will always be out of reach. No amount of work or success or luck or hope will ever change it. Because there are no fairy tales. There is no magic. Only reality, and the places in which we attempt to escape it.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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