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Oct 04, 2006



That is so true, and wierd - that 'sometimes art just happens' and we don't fully comprehend it till we go back and read it. What is this? As if we are, but aren't producing it. I'd love to see more commentary on that very thing...a strange but wonderful mystery:)

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