I am....somewhere in North Carolina, sitting in a coffee shop on top of a mountain (yes, a rolling, green mountain, with a lot of trees and butterflies all around). Looking out the window at a lovely grassy meadow, one can occasionally see a herd of llamas run by. Obvioiusly I am at a hippie art school, visiting my sister who is an artist.
People, this post, by the way is true. Not like the last one, which was a bald faced lie, even though most of you all believed it. What kind of life do you people think me and my family lead?
On this mountain, there are a lot of soft spoken nice people making all kinds of art. Which is such a departure from being surrounded by people who are cutting cheese all day. Stop Laughing! I mean real cheese, made of milk and animal stomach. I do not mean that I spend my day in the company of farters. But you know that. YOU know everything. YOU are just such a small step away from goddliness that I shouldn't even bother writing anything here, because,YOU already know. Oh, you.
Hopefully, when I find the battery for my camera, I will have pictures to show you. I mean, if YOU can be torn away from whatever it is YOU are blessing with YOUR sweet kind smile.
Actually, when YOU do have some free time, please can you turn YOUR admiring gaze on David and Austin? They are still both hunkered down in our little rabbit warren in San Francisco and I can't imagine how they would ever get along without me. But I believe that YOU might be able to help. Thank you.
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