Sunday, April 22, 2012

Currently working on...

Happy April. I am currently working on this month's series "you don't remember anything, even though you were there." over at livejournal. I will be posting all 30 pieces at the end of the month.
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  1. UnknownApril 22, 2012 at 7:56 AM

    yay! i'm glad you'll still be here, too. x

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  2. David Patrick TorresApril 23, 2012 at 6:57 PM

    Can't wait - bring it on!

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  3. AnonymousApril 28, 2012 at 3:13 PM

    reading them again here and all at once will be an interesting experience - i look forward to it :))

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