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December 1, 2006December came to Baltimore with a windy, but gentle, puff. The day was so warm, as if it was April. The sky was grey off and on. I had a wonderful talk with my mom about practically nothing, and, yet, many things. We made plans for our birthdays. On an impulse, which was further encouraged, I decided to take a trip -- I miss dancing too much...No wonder this is the best month of the year. |
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