The crew from our weekend in my hometown. Cool cats, if you ask me.
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It is to find myself when I am lost; to give shape to my sorrow, lineation to my laughter. So that both of us can see: That is why I write.
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1 comment:
I love mugs. Looks like you're about to walk the plank.
Yes, pics of biking through Hell, going to Moron School, and Duck Lake are much anticipated!
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