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It can’t be helped.
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The dog is snoring in the livingroom, the wife is out thriftshopping, the rain has paused.
A certain stillness in the house.
A stillness in me.
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And still the art.
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What can you do?
You can’t do nothing.
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Namaste.
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Leaving Tulsa
27 Saturday Feb 2010
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The Dishwasher's Tears 
I love the placement of the woman, and her size is bigger than you usually use, and the color different, the effect is moving, in a different way
the more i look at this the more i love it. the background side of roads are particularly wonderful, i love her expression, glasses and apron.
A superb image here, Teaful, so full of character, of longing and maybe a suppressed rage. Is this what you call going out thrift shopping.
An image of endurance. The plain dress, wristwatch, and handbag intrigue me–so simple.
Peace . . .
Hey, ladies.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts. It makes me feel kind of amazed at this whole world, this internet that allows us to talk to each other and share our thoughts.
What a strange and beautiful thing.
Not the same Tulsa Larry Clark sees….
Nurse Myra-
True that! Not as harrowing. But she might have a six-gun and a bag of dope in her handbag, you never know.