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It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive.
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(Twenty days ago, after meeting with my friend Melissa at the 7th & Pecan Starbucks here in Charlotte, North Carolina, I drew this portrait of Robin Williams when he attended Redwood High School in Larkspur, California about 1968 or 1969.) 381 more words