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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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It is night. I'm sorta in uniform with another individual, who is also sort in uniform. We are in the garden near a two story home that has ivy growing up the wall. We are both quite drunk and in a silly mood. We pick out a window to sing to. I think I'm with Werner Voss. Not sure though. And I think we've picked his sister's window/balcony to sing to. She comes to the window. The moon is out and lights up her white dressing gown and skin. She seems to glow. Margret is somewhat amused by our antics, at least, I think she is. We sing to her, and when we are done we burst into laughter and fall to the ground. I think she tries to hush us up. We try to be very quiet but everything is really funny. I have no idea why. It just is. She scolds us, I think. And then closes the window or door. This memory is foggy due to the amount of alcohol that I drank that night. |
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