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On my way to Los Estados Unidos, sitting on the Southern Train to somewhere stopping at East Croydon and Gatwick airport. Next to me is a woman/girl with a rich A6 plain notebook, halfway through with near writing, thick black ink. "A diary" I think. It takes discipline to write a diary, I look left as I arrange my backpack for the 3rd time, she is writing at the top of the page: Dear Lord - I wonder who is this lord, the hand moves - Jesus. "Dear Lord Jesus". I guess it is as much of a legitime address as "Dear Diary".