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My life is something like a very large beach. In my world it is not the tide that washes things up- it's the street sweeper, or a careless child, or the occasional itinerant psychic or band promoter. These ads, art, lost toys and bits of stuff seem to be surrogate fortune cookies in my life. I am trying to string the pieces together and make sense of it even though my decoder ring is stuck in a P.O. Box in Battle Creek, Michigan.
2 comments:
tytyty b... nice to have you back in blog : )
-- k
wait a sec... i thought it was spelled "auld"....
hmmmm...
--k
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