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Luisa Ortz
      Sepr 23,  1970
      New York,  N.Y.

              | NFL  . . .   Irene  the  Figment. . .   Farah the  Past. . .   Nelly the  Present. . .   Luisa the  Future  . . .
      Eva what could have been  .  ..  Anita thank God  it Wasn't.  ..  Vicente  .  .  ,  "Cuter Than Luisa,  For God's
      sake"  .  .  . Mermaids don't need outhouses!  .  .. The Standard Group  . . .  Zitor and the teens of the Uni­
      verse  .  ..  Are  you  my friend?..  .  Babushka  .  .  .  Loui  Loui,  yeah!  Sidney  Sidney,  you  . . .   I will  out run
      him . . .   I ore in college,  but then I is literate,  too . . .  Tron  . ..  O brilliant one . . .  Dentists . . .  remember
      -  no  matter where  you  are -  you're  always  there  .  ..  ChuCho  Cartucho  Ruiz  .  .  .  STUPAAaaaahd  .  .  .
      Canosfita  .  .  .  Arbolita  .  ..

         The point is doing of them rather than the accomplishments. There is no octor but the action; there
      is no  experiencer but  the  experience.
                                                                          Bruce  Lee
         The  Lord  is my shepherd,  I shall  nor w a n t.  ..
                                                                          Psalm  23
         Into a soul absolutely free from thoughts and emotions,  even the tiger finds no room to insert its
      fierce  daws.
                                                                          Bruce  Lee
         Empty  your cup so  that  it may  be filled
                                                                               Ibid
      If  nothing  within  you stays  rigid,  outward  things will  disclose  themselves.  Moving,  be  like  water.  Still,
      be  like  a  mirror.  Respond  like  an  echo,
                                                                               Ibid
          Meet with  Triumph  and  Disaster /   And  treat  those  imposters just the same  ,.  .
                                                                     Rudyard  Kipling
          Abueliro dime fu  . . .   porque canton  las  pajaritos  en  la  Manana?
                                                                              Heidi
          Even  though  the  bird  has flown  She  can't forger the  love  she's  known
      And still  when  she shall  have  bobes,  too
      Her thoughts  return  ever to  you.
                                                                      Luisa,  with  love
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