Last night a iridescent, flaming hawk swooped down on me and whispered into my ear. It sounded like a bird screeching, so I awoke determined to make more sense than it did.
I am artist, musician, physician, jai alai champion, exotic marmoset collector, fragrance distiller, antique shoehorn restorer, extremely controversial philosopher/haberdasher, and father. But mostly the former and the latter.
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