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Panels started, view of my living room

French press

Catching up, creative materials in tow.

Childhood

Memory:
My mom found some money in the wash.
The dollar was crisply folded at right angles. It was Kate's money.
If the dollar was in a wad, Mom knew it was mine.

Memory:
I frequently broke into my sister's pink safe. Did you know that?
What did you keep in there anyway? I don't remember.

If I went back in time, I'd check that safe again.

I would like to see what you thought was valuable.

Memory:
I regularly counted my change. It was a satisfying endeavor.
As a kid, I always like tedious tasks like that.

Annie is to thank for these neat stacks.

Abundance

Laughed 'til I cried

A Change

Tissue paper present.

Repetition

Para el amor de Nabor

La Fiesta de Shelley.

Mi amiga.

Dear friends, a passion ignited

Interiors, day off

Stuff White People Like

Funny. And disheartening.

http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/

Horse on a Stick

Ting-a-lings II

Ting-a-lings

Why I like Ozymandias:

Things crumble.

My Sunday