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I do not like it

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I do not like it

The street looks deserted, but I know it's not. Random radio blares disconcertingly into dim and my heart pounds like a timpani. Like a cannon. This is no place for an artist I think. I hear people moving, but the sound bounces off the concrete walls and I can't tell where it comes from. It's disorienting and I feel like I am surrounded. I probably am surrounded.

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Half + 1

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Half + 1

Here's what happens when I spend a day covered in paint with my husband and never actually open my very-important-daily-notebook-inside-of-which-all-life-is-organized.

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Sunday hush

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Sunday hush

Hello Sunday. I've decided that, while I may still post on Sundays, I like letting it being a rest day for all intents and purposes

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