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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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Had the strangest dream this morning about going on a quest to my grandmother's house to get my oil paints. Leo came with me and on the way there I was waltzing to eagle cries (which were strangely tchiacovski's waltz of the flowers), and then we fell down laughing in a field of lazy susans. And I was sad because the eagle left when I decided that I liked it, and after that we only saw ducks.
sent from my blackberry wireless cranial implant.
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