And done.

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I brought a book to the hospital last night but found that as in churches where one decides that the only act he should dare allow himself is prayer, the waiting area of the emergency room appears to hold the same sanctity. One simply waits and to do anything else would be impious. And so I waited and realized that it was the first time in my life that I truly waited. It was a wait unlike my impatient expectation of my fetcher or the unfurling of my flowers' petals or so and so for last night I did not know what I was waiting for, and in a strange way it was a wait that was unburdened and I thought it virtuous.