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Hi this is terrible of me! There are factors involved which could be in my control but I’ve chosen to...
18"x14" Oil on Canvas Summer 2022 A businessman in clown make-up standing in the station as the subway arrives....
The flames devoured hillsides, exhaling conical smoke lines like the growing plumes of an old steam locomotive. Northbound winds rose...
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His breath: two small clouds on the puddled sounds of day, our spines pressed gently into lock. The several million...