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Saturday, April 7, 2012

Existence precedes essence.

Posted by Sherry Wasandi at 3:31 PM

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Sherry Wasandi: Bearer of irrevocable poetic license.

Playing an elaborate, high-stakes, and entirely unnecessary game of noughts and crosses across the globe-grid with myself.

Known to masquerade as a management consultant by day. Born in the wrong century, I'm told.

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