Sunday, March 22, 2009

queen of culver studios

There were so many of us there, listening for each other in a forest of swinging china balls, the orbs bouncing off our arms and shoulders as we muscled the frame through the narrow studio alley. Wending and weaving through an obstable course of parked cars, trucks, and forklifts, we began in anger and ended in howling laughter, our shouts echoing from the high stage walls.

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