Guinness makes me forget... literally. I don't remember what I did. I hope you enjoyed it. I hear it was quite the sight.
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I keep it cryptic to invoke thought and feeling. It may or may not be specific to a time, place, person or occurrence, and it doesn't really matter. The experience is in the past... it's the effect that moves forward with us.
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1 comment:
It Was quite a sight. A story is always better than the truth, so it goes, and it goes is right. You learn as I do it's much more interesting to stand back and watch the circus try to involve you. You stare, smile and let them figure out what you mean by the silence. We should form a red hook ladies club called the Calendar Girls. I think I might have earned to be the Czarina of it, yes?:)
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