The open letter's
Pages rustle in my hands.
I hear you laughing.
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Between the grass and the sky, between the wakefulness and dreams.
About
- The Math Wizard
- Latte Plantation, Guam
- Recursive: To describe myself, I must first describe myself.
Historicity
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2007
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May
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- Not quite like seventeen syllables, No. 1
- Seventeen syllables, No. 11
- Two rounds
- Battlefield squared, No. 1
- A tribute to Euclid
- Chess--what about you?
- Seventeen syllables, No. 10
- Seventeen syllables, No. 9
- That's so cherry
- Seventeen syllables, No. 8
- Seventeen syllables, No. 7
- How many steps
- Piano in the dark
- Seventeen syllables, No. 6
- A Louisianan pragmatic and a Congolese Mass
- Seventeen syllables, No. 5
- Seventeen syllables, No. 4
- Walk the walk
- Seventeen syllables, No. 3
- Seventeen syllables, No. 2
- One down
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May
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Concept map
- plantation
- haiku
- shiawright
- colleague
- imo
- projects
- stairwell
- music
- sleep
- fffff
- drive
- vestibule
- bohemia
- sunset
- computer
- food
- internet
- collective
- party
- philippines
- video game
- mathematics
- pages
- retreats
- camera
- dream team
- in paradisum
- titanium
- beginning
- cyborg
- law and order
- movie
- background
- language
- lightning
- shellcase
- wilts
- anime
- chess
- party ballroom music
- phoenix
- sickness
- teal tercel
- tshirt
- vog
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