This place is almost too idyllic. Cherry blossom trees line a grassy quad, criss-crossed by red brick walkways and blanketed with pink blossoms. The tree I sit against is dark and mossy, its roots and trunk forming a natural seat and its canopy arching over me. The delicate flowers that line the trees branches seems to lift them heavenward.
April 2006 Archives
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To the person(s) that hijacked an old directory on my site in order to send out spam and get my website account suspended:
You suck.
Sincerely,
Aliotsy Andrianarivo
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You rock.
Best regards,
Aliotsy Andrianarivo
To my loyal readers who still check this thing out in spite of my lack of updates:
You really rock!
Yours,
Aliotsy Andrianarivo

