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one time (almost four years ago) i went to galisteo, new mexico to visit some open studios, and a woman (one of the artists, i mean) came up and said to me, "are you a writer?" and i said "well, kind of. i mean, i like to write." and she said, "i have just had a vision of you writing, but in such a way that you are physically rearranging your words."
(i always thought that was cool but never fully understood what it meant until maybe the last seventy-two hours, and now i think she did indeed have a vision. this is simultaneously frightening and amazing to me.)
(i always thought that was cool but never fully understood what it meant until maybe the last seventy-two hours, and now i think she did indeed have a vision. this is simultaneously frightening and amazing to me.)
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