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10 January 2007

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AlanE

Sometimes the sound of a breaking heart is a haiku all in itself.
Lovely.

Alan.

Edgy Mama

Lovely story of first love. Sigh.

chelsea girl

E.M.,

It's funny: sometimes I don't figure out something until someone shows it to me. You're right. Marta was my first love.

For a whip-smart chick, I can be terribly dense. No wonder why I keep writing about her.

kissykiss,
chelsea girl

peony

So very sweet, I'm imagining two intwined in Ravel and red wine.

Thank you
xx peony

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