The self-same instrument as it hangs on the wall, 3-27-10(click to enlarge images)
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A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
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- And drawFaint wears the ribbon traversing twixt th...
- How you get (got) to sing the blues1. All Blues so...
- In our zeal
- Weet er wite er wrie?
- Not per Amos, beating sawblades into swords
- A taxicab writing:
- On getting lightI saw a golden cat as the barely ...
- Cecil Cox, bellman extraordinaire
- Missing Zepata instalment IV
- WWJD?
- Glory glory hallelujah!
- Mighty oaks from acorns grow
- Lost file
- He sees animals in trees
- Pastor's business card: A new pastor was visitin...
- 'Eat slowly and quietly....'
- Happy St. Patrick's
- A local curiosity
- Writer in the window
- Once
- Abstract Expressionist postage, new....... just out
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- It was going to be the thing
- Groaning like Grandpa
- Fade out, Henry Waschow
- Charming finds dep't
- Having learned how
- First senior moment
- Torn from the mouse-chewed pages of history
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- Finial with crystal
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- Light bulb balloon 1977
- A fortunate exposure
- Re 'mes amis'
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