Drawing Whitney...

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Tied.

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1999. Lithography. It's gone.

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I've spent about 5 hours in my parents' cellar and in my cellar trying to find the plate.
Without success.
I'm sad but the past 6 weeks made me learn how to accept the destiny without complaining.

Four car accidents, my son battered in the kindergarten, me battered by a student at work, the death of my little apple tree (I won't post an update picture, it's too sad), a burned cap and some other "little" misfortunes I don't want to bore you with.

But - what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
I know now that I have a very nice guardian angel who made me survive all car accidents without serious bodily harms.

My whiplash symptoms are almost cured, the student wrote me a very long letter of apology, the cap will get a patch, Sam won't invite the bully-kid to his birthday party and the apple tree will live on in my heart.

And I somehow have the feeling that my guardian angel will bring me the plate some day.