Monday, June 1, 2015

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I was dancing for the dance when I got mine cut up an entrance. I took a break from writing this, forming in for the show at Shangri-La, hit the pavement to go visit Marlene's. There we spoke of a party with an art show, and poetry, and music, and Banksy, and dancing. June 20. 

On the way home I decided to run for three minutes. Dance run. Going to add one minute every day until I build to one full hour. Train me for Spain. 

Sat down for some more of the days. Then I danced the cranks out of my neck.


Ana Kitic at Marlene's

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