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just another notebook, sketchbook.. only those i can lay my hands on.. you know.. i forget i am gypsy wagon... and i forget its featherhead,, and i forget i am jillata and there are passwords and nom de sites that get buried away. too many.. there is an ebay personna, an etsy personna, a facebook personna, the list goes on. I hear shotguns, i see hawks, my dog is laying by my feet, last nite i wailed out Maybe by arlene smith at an open mike nite.. that is real.. this cyber stuff is kind of ephemeral... and how i got here.. to this post ... is like believing in the holy ghost. Hope you have a nice read.. no one ever reads this stuff.. i find it amazing that it is a little fractal of anything in the world of laptopdom...