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These papers were written at some point, for one purpose... It was not a project, but survival. They were written not to be read, but to breathe through when everything became tight. I used to put them under the pillow, like someone hiding their last weapon. And in every defeat... I would return to them, and find myself, and survive. Here they are now... coming to light... to start a new mission not to tell them about me, but to remind them that despair is a myth, as long as God is present. I named it: "Ease," as a sign of optimism.