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Ideas
be within I choose. tap in to vast reserves of quality and character Everyday. spill one great quiet spasm page. I dreamt once I was at a place where long seen friends waved from a tall platform, visible to me among the milling people. and when I went up to look I saw only myself sitting on the edge, of dusk, of that high up place, staring out at an endless sea, chardonnay sunlight spilling out over all of it like my ideas on a page. Conceived November 2002
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