Little sneakers in the photo- you can't tell now but they are shorter than my hand, and have quite a bit of ketchup on them. Makes me think somewhere french fries got a serious soaking too.
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My life is something like a very large beach. In my world it is not the tide that washes things up- it's the street sweeper, or a careless child, or the occasional itinerant psychic or band promoter. These ads, art, lost toys and bits of stuff seem to be surrogate fortune cookies in my life. I am trying to string the pieces together and make sense of it even though my decoder ring is stuck in a P.O. Box in Battle Creek, Michigan.
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