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Dead/Yet we live.  Our hearts ache but
we have the joy of the Lord

I can't put this joy-soaked blurry news
print photo down.
"I hope I'm not being shadowed by the KGB
plainclothes people in Leningrad
subway. How will I know Valeri Barinov?
An emaciated man with a huge smile, a
pounding pnuemonia cough, a runny nose
races towards me, and hugs me and takes
me to the tiny apartment Tanya and their
two children share."
I was supposed to die in prison. I'm, a
Christian exploring rock music. But the
men in my cell worked out a cuddle roster
to warm me when I got sick.  Tanya was
chucked out of her job.  I would like to
come to the west to work on my craft."
I'd love to sponser then.  None of the
outfits I ask seem interested.  Today
Otago Daily Times has a couple of
off-hand paragraphs about them.  Cliff Richard
told Maggie Thatcher to ask about them
when she gets to Moscow.  A few hours
later, they're pushed into an Aeroflot
plane to Britain.  It's Christmas morning...

 
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1987   acrylic on hardboard   380 x 540mm