> > Where's Camille indeed. > > I know where she is. No direct knowledge but > my foxy instincts tell me all I need to know. > > While other people hang around this clip joint waiting > for me or Godot, Camille is up there at the keyboard, > eyes glittering with happiness, gorgeous hair unbrushed, > coffee growing cold in the cup, chiselling out the truth > from her unconscious & making it perfect. > > Just like I told her to do. > > Scottie B. > Beautiful; and I hope she still is subscribing so as to be able to read it. And soon post.