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"Oi Gevalt, am I late this time," said the Yiddish white rabbit falling down a hole.
I was in such a rush to leave for a month's stay at an artist colony in Virginia, dealing with a breaking car and such, that I forgot to pack my little, trusty Archipelago packet, so that I couldn't work on it in the wilds of Virginia. "Oh Veil," as my grandmother used to say, "life is a meshugana."
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