I emptied the doll house I played with as a child, frustrated by how hard it was for my 25 year old hands to rearrange things that had fallen over inside and was pleased by its emptiness.
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- picture perfect
- how to take pictures
- On my way
- stains you can't get out
- collected rage
- the people I saw
- hints of home
- things I'll leave behind
- fogetting getting
- pets and pixels
- sorrow that can't talk
- (my family and soft-serve)
- reflections on pictures
- Minnie!
- who we are and where we came from II
- time to look back
- first name basis II
- detour!
- "Western Cowboy names for your new cowboy or cowgi...
- miniature vacancy
- my grandmother's face
- who we are and where we came from
- first name basis
- windows let the light in
- secret life of denise
- firepower!
- what you see from here
- purple mountains majesty
- along for the ride
- day two: still alive, very sweaty
- so long, west coast, we will miss you so
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