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22 February, 2008

Burgundy


As I dream of France I am staring out the window at a steady small and then fat snow fall. Part of me longs for noise and hilarity, a crisp martini and a dashing tender of bar, while the other yearns for a soothing massage, the mystery of music from Eastern parts unknown, and a full colon cleansing.
How the Quicksilver girl is torn.
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