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Clouds, all kinds of clouds.  A tiny dash of cayenne in my first coffee of the day.  Sad and yearning tango music.  Slightly stale brownies.  Animaniacs.  The mellow tones of my cedar guitar,  the bright tones of my spruce guitar.  The smell of an oils studio.  Monty Python’s Flying Circus.  Yelling in tunnels to hear the echoes.  Chasing tangents.  Wordplay.

To be continued,….