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If You Can't Say Something Nice
December 14, 2007 at 10:41 AM
If I were to begin these lines with my pencil, it would last for about two and a half seconds, and then turn thick and jagged. And then the eraser would smear them into a wrinkled hole, just before I rip the crumpled remains with a red rage.
The violin stories will stay in my head. Meanwhile, enjoy the scenery.
Posted on December 14, 2007 at 10:52 AM
In-editable.
Inevitable.
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Your amazing photos make me feel like I am in your head looking through your eyes! You have such a sense of beautiful!
Wow... maybe too much red wine after dinner.... ;-)
Posted on December 15, 2007 at 3:52 AM
Wow...maybe too much Maker's and coke
:)
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Thank you for sharing the visual of what we try to produce with sound.
Debbie
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