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One of those things you don’t say to children…”You are unique…just like everyone else.” The oxymoron kind of makes sense. If so, then words don’t lend credence to who I am, which is good because that way I can relate to others whose interests and proclivities I share. If you ask yourself, “Who am I?” I wonder what you would come up with. It seems like such a benign question, yet resonates the call for thousands of new thoughts, feelings, and more questions. Here are a few of the things I like…

The snow, writing poetry, the sun, hiking in the hilly open space of California, words of wisdom, tea, playing guitar, Italy, dreaming (the real kind at night), taking photos of cool things, reading, flying in airplanes (next to the window), Bacardi and coke, traveling from country to country, the smell of Jasmine, spicy foods, candid smiles, walking, milk chocolate, getting stoned and playing guitar, getting stoned and writing poetry, getting stoned and making trance music, the violin, the color yellow, camping, egg plant, avocados, the rain, the sky, the Earth, snowboarding, skydiving, smoking hookah, road trips, underground hip-hop (the rap that doesn’t air on MTV), meeting interesting and unusual people, silence

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