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Friday, December 7
My hands create a frame for the day.
An interpretation of Jessie and Flowers meeting under different circumstances.
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And here is a work in progress;
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David
I'm just here searching for my own in whatever place I happen to occupy at the moment and even in some places not occupied.
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