Once upon a time, many lives ago, I was a roaming giraffe on the Serengeti plains and Ellen was an agile Massai huntess who pierced my heart with her silver spear of extacy - or so it felt when I first met her at one of those parties where everyone falls in love with everyone else, which can only happen in New York, on a clear starry night, when taxis are easy to get. Mati Klarwein - New York Angel - 1965
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