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March 22, 2003
Remedios the Beauty She drifted into the air the freshly washed bed sheets billowing beside her; never to be seen again. Wish it could be that way sometimes, standing out in the sun performing some mundane chore like hanging the sheets out to dry when suddenly some phantom breeze appears to lift me off my feet and I levitate to some unknown destination never to be seen again: Of course that's just my hopelessly-romantic self babbling. And besides lately I feel like I'm floating anyway. I guess I was Remedios in some way; taken suddenly by some mysterious "phantom breeze."