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.
Monday, August 13, 2012
my new streaks
my grand girls love my new streaks. I just laugh knowing it's just a whitish gray the summer sun and age have been pulling out, well and a bit of stress.
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