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[velvetshoes]

November 7, 2002
10:55 p.m.I love Fall. The way his leaves drift down to the ground. The way his finger then swirls the leaves 'round and 'round in miniature twisters--fancying them as we would dust. I love the way he turns the brilliant sky from a mournful, brooding gray into a crisp, smiling blue. Oh, and how I love how his voice has a slight

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[intheoffing]

i think i'm going to set this to music and send it to you.

is that alright with you?

-matt

[joefredette]

not if i get to it first, Matt my boy.

[velvetshoes]

ooh. I feel so talented. let the race begin!

[joefredette]

lol, I'll say it now, I lose, I'm way to busy to really devote the time to this. Sorry jenn.