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A small assortment of pebbles
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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And, newly arrived from China a digital USB microscope, so I can share with you the infinitude of minute maybe-probably-not-diamonds...
On the right side, clear with some points with bits of river-washed quartz. For reference, the grid is 5 mm square, the stone would measure approximately 1mm X 1mm. Truly an engagement-class stone...
August Sings Carmina Burana
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Don't know how I missed this...Thanks Lesli!
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Now if the Opera were half as interesting as the video I'm pretty sure we'd all have season memberships.
If you liked that, watch him sing Carmen 'Habanera' here Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2jn_lxrrPg
In an office looking for...
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(Short Nap)
...I'm in an office building, perhaps the biggest in the world, in the biggest city in the world, it's dark outside, after hours, the office, well furnished with dim lighting, brown wood hues and tones, a minimal staff, I'm looking for ******, ******, old, old, ex girlfriends, I need them for some reason, don't know why, need to contact them, or they need to contact me, not sure, and there's another one...there's someone I know - don't know, worked with on a film a while back, I'm asking him about them, he doesn't know, and I'm trying to remember the name of the one I've forgotten, not Lisa, she's dead, there's another, and it's important I see her, find her as well, I can't explain why, outside, from the dimly lit office, the city spreads out unending in all directions...
Can't find my boots...
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- Category: Dreams
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I'm at N***'s, (not N***'s, dream N***'s), it's late, seems there's a party or something going on, she's in the next room watching some TV show, pseudo-scientific BS narrated by every alumni from Star Trek, her child is engrossed in something...we're not speaking, really, N*** and I, so I decide to pop out and grab some Vodka. I ask her if she want's something, she tells me a bottle of Grappa, and I'm a little surprised, she's holding a little glass mini, squarish, J&B embossed on the side, double check, no, she wants Grappa...
...Now I'm looking for my boots, and everywhere in her house there are boots that resemble mine, her boyfriend, 7 or 8 pair of leather workboots, drywall boots, beside my skates, N*** boots, a pair of leather boots that seem to be mine, searching, everywhere, everywhere there are boots, hundreds of pairs, but I can't for all my searching find my boots, and I need to leave...
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