Since it's my birthday, I treated myself this morning.
There's a gallery, between L'Enfant Plaza and Navy Yard, which contains a single exhibit, and a single piece in that exhibit. It appears between 7:30 and 8:00 in the morning, and has long flowing red hair.
I took the yellow line from Gallery Place and had to change trains at L'Enfant, to catch the green line to Navy Yard. I may have missed the next green line train. And then I saw her. I looked once, while rubbing my other eye, and then continued to read.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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You're starting to write like Rand... Very vivid and yet not quite spelling out exactly what you mean. I found myself speaking and writing in a whole new way after reading Rand.
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