In a message dated 4/1/99 6:15:57 PM Eastern Standard Time,
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> falling shards of terra cotta.

My Mom thinking I'm weird has nothing to do with architecture, historic
preservation, or the direction of my mature eyesight -- though a
preoccupation around fourteen to scrunch up my eyes, twist them around and up
quickly then down quickly, which resulted in this inredible vision of a giant
eyeball looking back at me, is the closest, particularly when indulged in
public or family gatherings, that she came in threatening to take me to a
shrink.

Shaman