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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
in which this fish is swimming as hard as she can
and fixing pictures to walls,
and hoping to see lots of you
very very soon.
Thank you all of you for your good wishes, and
those of you coming tonight
I look forward to seeing you
very much.
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painter, swimmer, dreamer. Recently described as part fish, with aspirations to be a bird. Still watching the horizon.
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