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I apologise to my minions of non-reading readers who may or may not be out there. I have been temporarily offline and unable to upload anything of pertinent value or impertinence for that matter. I write this brief quip by way of explanation in hopes of utter absolution.
Amen
As a bribe I include a poor resolution picture of a fabulous mural my students did in honor of Leo Lionni and Fall.

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china cat said…
is leo a clever little mouse? that's the image i was getting...

i am not sure what the bribe is about but i not-so-guiltily took it.

lv. china.
November 26, 2007 at 11:10 PM
china cat said…
by the way - i keep checking my blog thinking maybe someone posted a pic, a new blurb or a new revelation. and then i realize - oh i am supposed to be doing that. why i check my own blog for updates on my own life is a peculiar habit i can't quite figure out.
November 26, 2007 at 11:12 PM
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