Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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do you
remember
not
ever
being
here
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[?]
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(here)
where
you've been
for
as
<-<-<long>->->
as
you can
(possibly)
remember
being
here
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?
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I remember being a little blond girl on the Kansas prairie in a sod house the wind whipping round the eaves outside Mommy brushing my hair (OUCH!) while staring at the candle burning in its holder on the rough-hewn plank table Daddy made thinking "Bessie's in there, somewhere; Bessie's in there" while concentrating really hard. Bessie was the cow Daddy had to slaughter the year before and we made candles from her tallow, me and Mommy did.
I remember being a late-middle-aged man in a T-bird pulling up to the light at 82nd and Holgate traveling westbound pulling out slowly with trepidation as the light changed my mind on other things worries mostly and getting t-boned by some teenegers dragracing northbound on 82nd and how at the last moment I felt God leave me entirely leave my universe entirely and knew how Jesus must have felt on the cross that day.
I remember others.
No, I don't remember not ever being here.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I love this place.
And all the people in it.
Don't you?

Peace,
Barry

"No, I don't remember not ever being here.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I love this place.
And all the people in it.
Don't you?"

Absolutely! It's a fucking education and a half... maybe two-thirds.

¿ (arrow) ?...... (¿?)

Coming, being, going.....
Yes, I do remember.....
Nice write MT
H

hola, 'V'... si, <<<largo>>> muy <<<<largo>>>> ...como este frase.

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thx, Hes'... you're a good woman!