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the one about you and patricio speaking different languages: i was really feeling a loss for you guys, really stewing in your tragedy. and what a tragedy! then i got to thinking all these what ifs: if chopin had a deaf wife, if frieda khalo had a blind partner, if wolfgang puck fell in love with an ageusic -- and then, sorry, but i got carried away with the cobbler's daughter, the gift of the magi and all that. when i came back around i wanted to get across something about love being more than just the sum of its parts. aren't we all lost in translation? (isn't that what all those hours in upper level english courses taught us?) language is pretty, but real communication, like love between lovers, gets conveyed in ways deeper than denotation. i liked hearing about this communion between you and patricio.

and i'm listing to david byrne radio as i write this. makes me want to bring erin and julia and move into the house next to you guys.

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