If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Sunday, July 2, 2006

Before


See how happy we are in Tiburon, freezing, waiting for the ferry. Me, Jared, Kristine, Laura, and Steve.

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