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April 05, 2005

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Jean

There's something about seeing your sweet face, when I have read all your words here, that is almost too intimate (too intimate for what? on what scale am I judging this?) - lovely though. I guess faces are always that intimate, that naked, and we often cope with this by screening one another out, choosing to see a lot of the people we encounter only very superficially...

Tamar

Jean, thank you.

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