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[wordcarvings]

koutarou kurashiki

Let my art be the sound of my soul / Let it reminisce of the good times / Let it scribble the lines of the bad times / Let it bloom with excitement / Let my art be a representation of me / Just let it be me 

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lemon leaf (landline)

This is Takao at Lemon Leaf at [street #, Apprassage]. I apologize for not being able to take your call at the moment, but leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I'm able to.

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[wordcarvings]

Yeah... I have memories involving a feminist group from the 1910's, and Mt. Rushmore, though while it was still being carved. So I guess so. That we can figure out a time frame.

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[thesettingsun]

Sounds about right to me, since my guess was 1900s-1940s.

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[wordcarvings]

Were you an adult by then?

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[thesettingsun]

Late teens or early twenties, I think.

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[wordcarvings]

You must have been younger than me, then. In the ones relating to the 1910's I have to have been in my thirties, I think. But in one I was at least seventy.

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[thesettingsun]

I know I never made it to seventy.

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[wordcarvings]

[ ...that means..maybe.. ]

Did you remember dying as well?

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[thesettingsun]

Yes. I couldn't have been older than forty in that memory.

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[wordcarvings]

That's still pretty young.

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[thesettingsun]

It wasn't by natural causes.

I don't want to talk about it over text if it might misfire.

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[wordcarvings]

Oh... Alright, yeah, I can understand that.

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[thesettingsun]

We can talk about it when things settle down, if you want.

[He doesn't want to call, either.]

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[wordcarvings]

Yeah, I guess that we can do that. Later.