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[sanura]

Susan is back. Spent hours yesterday talking and showing music and listening. Rehearsal, invitation, desperately declined. She came again today, and we walked with Stephan to the fountain, to the desert, to the Holy Drinking Bowl, across the world and back to Ailuria and the buried treasure that has lain untouched for years, and we jumped on the trampoline. There was a Dahlian, exploratory quality, completely lacking the declarative surety of truth, out there seeking rather than deciding the world must already have been determined by our experience. Dinner; no time for shower before concert, where I learn even the orchestration of neo-romantic cliches takes skill, and I underst... no, I comprehend, conceive of, how something as bad and schmaltzy as Christmas Pops still counts as music. And something as bad and schmaltzy as Christmas Pops Dance still counts as dance. It was Chicago, only with no implications of anything but G-rated. And then I would have been here, but Stephan leaves tomorrow, so I watched Ruling Class. Put it on the list. It is scream and cry and laugh and grow the world no matter how immaculately acrimonious the mockery, because it may be, but it's still green.