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Saturday, August 09, 2003
Tamara wove seaweed into a screen that shrank. It stank.
My six seaweed specimens stank too once I opened the jar. I quickly plastered the best examples of seaweed beauty into old phonebooks, skipping much of Martha Stewart's procedure, and ran out to deposit them in the gazebo. Two days later, I opened the blinds. Raccoons or some other nighttime beast rifled through the books. The seaweed was in disarray.
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