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August 14, 2008

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Suzanne

I love the illustration, it captures everything you described in the post. One thought that occured to me as you described walking alone in a crowd is the feeling of separateness that is difficult to overcome...everyone else seems to be involved in a conversation or somehow more involved in the scene simply because they are there to share their observations with someone.

Margaret

Fabulous illustration, as usual. So, did you return "demain, à la même heure" to find out more about this guy?

badaude

Sadly not, Margaret. I never wear a watch.
Suzanne - but I get to share my observations with All of You!
xb

nancy

wonderful your way with words....i was hanginggggg off my seat. and great line: "When you're expecting an iron bar, a feather can topple you."
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nancy

badaude

Thanks so much! I'm off on holiday now. See y'all in September...

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