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Slow dance through the cemetery this morning. As if I were hazily waking up into the world. There was some dancing yesterday, On the way home, after I visited Leonardo da Vinci and Goya and Poe at the Morgan Museum. And some the day before as I listened to earliest Rolling Stones vinyl in the basement with the girls. All of these together comprise one salad. Dancing w Lucia Da Vinci's sublime study Tree at the cemetery The most horrible found art ever stumbled over on way home. And yet...