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I'm not talking about wiccan offspring - I'm talking about those poor unfortunate non-Christian children for whom generations of young Catholics were asked to save their pennies. I've also been thinking a lot about the New Jersey Turnpike - in particular those exits in Newark. I've been thinking about veggie wraps, slave quarters, living in tents, Terry Pratchett novels, historic houses and a candle that I haven't yet burned that smells of cinammon and has fireflies on the side. It's because I'm thinking about Debbie. She died on Sunday. I found out today. I'm really not able to write much right now - only to say that she was such a wonderful person. So warm, so funny, so gentle. My office mate. My partner in crime at the Crisis Museum of Art and its Hysterical Houses. Sleep well, sweet Debbie. |
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homeward bound - 19 January 2010 shameless self promotion: (~ waterblogged ~)
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