Shut down, reinstalled, and still as far from Second Life as Dante in Purgatory. I now suspect non-technical obstacles to returning to Life, and though my rationalist Father may turn in his grave to hear me say it, I have begun to pray. But in which direction will those prayers fly while my thoughts remain earthbound?
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As I was speaking to you about royal performances I crashed - or at least was pinned and unable to communicate. I was forced to disconect. Argh!
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