So vibrant and unfettered. What if she was your mother? The mother to your childrens?
Can you imagine living in a world that looks kind of like the future, kind of like the past, where everyone wears white pants, especially your beautiful wife?
Some might resort to vehicular surveillance to catch this lady shopping for heirloom eggs and berries in short shorts with a curious midget man.
How is it possible? Is it the DNA?
Perhaps.
My lifelong documentary project, going on now for only 15-16 years or so, is still in its infancy. Mysteries and wonders abound. Stay tuned.
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I heard that if the documentation of certain body parts continues, the project may not last another 15-16 minutes.
What is said in public is often different than what is encouraged in private, anonymous. I would be happy to show you some of my more private exposures, but certainly not on the www.
I thought this blog was about Ida and Miki?
Je suis desolee, ma chere.
Damn you, Laurent. Even if she spends her time Googling you and pricing your house on Diamond St. in San Francisco, she's mine. So back off! Or, as Arthur would say, "Tu es vache!"
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