Hi Jennifer, The name I go by of late is Erica.You spoke of the spaces our mothers fill .I was looking at resipies for natural paint .I had an early memory of cleaning silverwear with my mother after every meal because chalk is in the recipie for the paint .My mother always taxed the environment as little as possible .I remember words like husband and car.From that time period in my life,however,the car was never ridden in.The grocery was a short walk .At the store the same person commenting"Isn't she pretty,had a wife who always wanted to know how much money we had.After commenting on my beauty he would put his arm around his wife.Not untill his wife called a social service agency about the sorted out baskets of reusable matterials in the back yard was I taught,in sighn language that beauty is only skin deep.The fist worker to show up wanted to know when something was going to be done about my pre-hensile tail .Monument to a world that doesn't get it.Like the reason for your endless tears need to hear of the reasons for mine. Nice to meet you ,Jennifer I don't remember what my name was.Nice beads on the March 25 page.I'm partial to two I own made of bamboo grown corral.Due to rareity I think it should now be considered a commodity. It would humor me greatly to see rich greedy people, instead of buying more land to mine gold [what year is it anyway]toput healthy corral in as high a demand and start taking public transportation.Biofuel is a package name just ask the Bornians.

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