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Thursday, September 09, 1999

seamstresses and mail-order brides, the trip down broad rock road on a bicycle, "taking drawing lessons would be no use whatsoever"; houseplants and hothouses and greenhouses, how the invalid girl lays in a soft soft bed and shrinks from the flowers surrounding her; the mystery of swallowed love, minty ice cream spooned straight from the container, but her life, for her, is at some remote distance, she could hardly say where,


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