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Mar 2013
I want to meet Ben.
Empty words.
But I'm back for more.
More what? More gems.
Pearls...
Of wisdom, don'cha know?
Give me the key.
Nobody looks under the bed,
Unless...
Yes, I know.
But I think I have hidden there.
Besides, that's French.
Eh?
An old French proverb.
Can I help you?
Oh, no thanks.
I'm just waiting for Ben.
He left.
Sorry?
About an hour ago.
Ah...well...Surely there's
Something to be said here.
Early to bed...
Impossible!
Hey, what's the kite for?
Never you mind.
Poor Richard...Shall you always
Be...just Waiting?
No...I think I'll bathe
In the river.
If you see him--
I know...
Hey! A penny!
I'll let him know.
Thank you...
I so wanted to meet him.
          Here...have a mint.

~cec.
I used to be the foreign money teller at a bank in Germany. I could either spew all of my anger about enlisted US Army folk, or talk about what popped into my head as I stared at money.

Hey--one of these days, ask me to tell you the "Magnetic Strips Are Down" story.

*sigh* The American education system does not bring any immediate happiness.
Christa Elise Cannon
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Christa Elise Cannon  North Hollywood, CA
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