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It's best to be wrong with a hammer in hand then to be right outside thank you - A birthday song for the birthday crew
As in the hot jazzy beats of the day, the steel and glass represented here borrows from a rich tradition of Latin flavors like samba and salsa. You'll see this in the strong interplay of the steel and glass as it reflects the seasons and the lively urban lifestyles that surround it. The tower is guided by the principles of song. It's measured and it serves it's purpose. The beginning and the end serve a similar function to the building's top and it's bottom, they're similar but different. The one is informed by the other and our experience of both is all the more rich for connecting each of them.

We'll stack the plates on the edge of the sink and talk about the farm for awhile. I can gather my thoughts and shew out a few of the more persistent fly's in my truth. But for now let's get this story straight. Our crazy union is blind in the worst way. We can't help ourselves when we're by each others side. Now we've parted and you sir are broken hearted. Would you say that this is correct...


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