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.

Saturday, October 09, 2010

Is this a baby squash?

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Posted by kathkell at 10/09/2010 05:47:00 PM
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