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Paul Krugman: Conscience of a Liberal
The Confluence
Suburban Guerrilla Ian Welsh
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
That image was taken just after Dawn from the back of the ship. If you’re wondering where the wake is, there isn’t one. We’re just drifting – intentionally. It’s a sea day.
Wake up song along the deck 12 running track:
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Corrente (Lambert) Avedon’s Sideshow
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