I found this when sorting through old papers:
June 17, 1994
Today I heard of a woman who had to leave her home where she had lived her life up to now. The reason was that she couldn't stop crying. She cried, all the time. No one could stand it. So they sent her away, to someplace else. I wonder what kind of place it is, where people go who can't stop crying. Are there people there who can stand the sound of crying? And is this place filled, crowded? Is there room for more? And from this place of constant sobbing, does anyone ever leave?
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