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Monday, November 10, 2008

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kat

Leslee, everything you write has a beautiful sense of poetry. I had a similar dream once, but I was driving backwards on a golf range trying to pick up little white balls, all while dodging them. Strange. I must stop eating before bedtime. ;-)

leslee

Thanks, Kat. Feed your dreams!

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