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I Paint the Moon with Glass
This is a dream blog
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Eleanor's dad Antony wrote to say she'd died. She drank ''sour plusmilk,'' he said. He was a bit flippant about the whole thing. ''That's the way the music tastes sometimes,'' he said.
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