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March 19, 2005:

Cassettes, old, her handwriting on the inserts. In the corner in the closet of my recording studio. I'd promised to transfer them to CD for her, in the old days, ten years ago, when that was difficult. It would have taken time and effort, and I never did it.

Tucked inside one of the cassette boxes, a fortune cookie fortune from one of our dinners together. Stop searching forever, happiness is just next to you.

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