It's crazy though.
Being me.
As Edie Sedgwick I get to say and do things that supermale would envy.
I can cross the Himalayas in a jump.
Build snow people on Kilamanjaro.
Melt mad snow people on the crowns of the Andes.
But I can't stop an artist from getting hit by bolts of lightning on the pampas of Argentina in a novel by Cesar Aira.
Where is it that we call home?
Edie
remember me
being Edie Sedgwick
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