Here we are inside this dance listening to Sting & The Police. The year is 1981. Strip away the shell from your egg carton eyes. Can't you see? The Astrology in her faulty footsteps tells everything. She makes compound words like second nature. When the tone grows low, the timbre solemn, the scent of gin and tonic grows obvious. We no longer have
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How did you come upon my journal?
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Anyway, you've got my interest, so I'll check back now and again.
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-Kat
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