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Monday, 15 March 2010

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Micheal Angelo introduced himself.
My party enthusiasm burst forth in a smile.
"Do you still paint?"
"I used to. I will again!"
"This life?"
"What, you don't believe in reincarnation?"
"I haven't been there yet."
"Oh I see." he smiled and laughed out loud. "What do you do?"
"Write."
"Tell me about the moon."
I waxed lyrical.
"I bow to your superior talents." he quipped and left the room.
Had I come on too strong?
"Michael Angelo?" I called. "Hello? Hello?"
He was gone.
I switched off my computer, disappointed.