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.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Day 6 -- at its end, I caught her

Posted by kathkell at 5/26/2010 09:42:00 PM
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