Kathryn Kelley

mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is.
I know you're expecting art! It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Sun setting

Posted by kathkell at 8/06/2009 08:26:00 PM
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