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Okay, it’s official.  I’m taking a vaca from a leaky subconscious. It’s been real (not).  I’m grabbing my chair, a towel, and some shades.  I’m aiming for the nearest muse and staking my umbrella into creativity’s beautiful, sandy, white powder.  I’ll bask in the glow of a non-sentimental sun and just. . .be.