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I'm going to do something like that. I will call it "Bigerina."
I'll lay my fat ass across a tree, draped in white silk (me, not the trees) and let the breeze air out my...um, er.... and I'll stand on the levee of the Miami River, against the background of industrialism, draped in white silk (me, not the river) and have the wind ever so slightly ripple through my dress and my hair, then I'll walk by a creek bank, draped in white silk (me, not the creek) and hold my breast as if it felt so free it wants to fly away.
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