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We met at storm king like he said. walked around on a perfect summer day among i beams and eye benches. we balanced on fallen trees and stood inside a weeping one. no pith in sight that day; nothing wasted.

Dd knows the importance of curiosity, scale, appropriate footwear and eye contact.

we met at the storm king sculpture center in new york state- walked around the enormous grounds lookig at enormous sculpture and talking. i have wanted to meet her for a while and it was really nice, no, really. we found a place to eat and have a few drinks and talked more. She’s kind, pretty, a devoted mother and spunkier than i thought she would be. It was great that we got to talk and, getting ready to leave we both agreed it was good we talked a lot and got into the big stuff, she said: it would have been a waste if we hadn’t.

horsesmotorcyclestipisbeesgoatsbeerwhitehat…then, of courese there’s the gets it factor…

Oh, and this is a highly esteemed list. I am honored.

She gets that I get it. And vice versa.

I am less pithy in person.

then we could have sentences longer than a few words in length
and see what kind of jump she has off the swing

He’s a sculptor and he knows how to use words too. (Also, he’s a metal tiger.)

she has pictures of moons and mourning doves

I want to know if she is both a white and black angel