and while that is so very true, that's not what this post is about. it's about hildegarde, who died today. and this morning, i dreamt i was a cabaret singer, singing at the roosevelt, or was it the algonquin? isn't that curious? i dreamt that every note that came out of my mouth was perfect. and then i read that she died. i'm sure no one thinks that dream is more interesting than i. she wore exquisite opera gloves. who wears opera gloves? i know, them's fightin' words. i think i feel a trend coming. oh dear.
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