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April 13, 2005

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Golda b.

Boy o boy how she exaggerates. I know it's her blog and she's entitled to her feelings and all that, but really they were very beautiful dancers and they moved gracefully across a deliciously decorated stage. What more can one want in this mandane world of ours? only that people will not take themselves as seriously as they do, and just dance sometimes. And that's all I have to say about that.

hadas

Oh my darling, I do love you! the funiest comment I've ever got. Thank you.

j!

healarious! who's that pixie girl? controlling ones impulses is recomanded (sometimes).

Georgy

Thank You!
I really mean it.
I can't tell you how many "polite" evenings I have spent in the name of "ART." Wishing the world would end - or the lights go out - Now I know I'm human - and there is another honest person willing to admit when the things have taken a wrong turn & maybe it would be best if we all went home and tried something wonderful on a different day . . maybe with a different idea.
All Best To You!

hadas

My dear Joseph. The pixie is a small creature with a huge heart. She lives in a magical house (once you entered into it you never wish to leave) together with her husband, her two sons and Shnutzel, the toothless cat.

And to Georgy: yup, art can be tiring sometimes :)

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