Speech at Harold's went well. Lots of laughs and good questions (If you had your life to live over, what would you do different? I would do everything exactly the same but I wouldn't go see Avatar.)
Went home after lunch and whipped out the ninth version of the bruja. This one, in a cave, ended up a little too much like Pocahontas, rather than the Bruja Caliente I wanted:
Still, like the wind and the moody night aspect. Getting closer, need to finish now.
"I do not know beneath what sky
Nor on what seas shall be thy fate:
I only know it shall be high,
I only know it shall be great."
—Richard Hovey
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