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Thursday, November 16, 2006. Some people come into our lives. And leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never ever the same. Some people come into our lives. And embrace our silent dreams. When I read that first, I thought it was meaningful and poetic.
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Sunday, August 20, 2006. 1 If you could have dinner with any three people except Mohammed, Jesus, Martin Luther King Jr, Ghandi then who would they be? Dont say Mother Teresa either. A Patricia Barker- principal dancer with Pacific Northwest Ballet. 1a what would you eat? Pasta and lots of it . 1b what restaurant would it be? This small restaurant in Venice- located in a tiny hotel named Anticamoro i think thats how its spelled . Dancing looks down at legs. A guy i used to know. 10 when.CONTENT
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Malgrès les épreuves je ne regrette rien.