Oh god, my brief encounter with the 80's are coming back to me. I remember cracking up when I found this picture in Portland-- this baby seems to know something that we might not even begin comprehend.
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- Auld Lang Syne
- Otters in the dark river
- Versus
- goodbye and hello
- my half-birthday
- Thirteenth (and final) day of X-mas!
- two tries
- Twelfth day of X-mas!
- A Field Guide to Getting Lost
- Eleventh day of X-mas!
- In my grandmother's clothes
- Tenth day of X-mas!
- Ninth day of X-mas!
- the birds and the bees
- Eighth day of X-mas!
- coming around third, sliding into home...
- Seventh day of X-mas!
- Rewind & Remind
- Sixth day of X-mas!
- windows to windows
- Read Dali's surrealist lips
- Fifth day of X-mas!
- This old thing?
- Fourth day of X-mas!
- teeny tiny pictures
- Third day of X-mas!
- the other side
- Second day of X-mas!
- On suffering, on volume.
- First Day of X-mas!
- Those that helped
- Notes from Nan
- flowers for kerst
- December 10, 2008
- Mean Girls
- the freakin' weekend
- Some books by Mara Baldwin
- The Grayandgrey Complaints Choir
- Creative time
- Q: What can you put in a bucket to make it lighter?
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