(first in a gaggle of make-up posts to come today)
Yes, it’s exactly what it looks like…
A magazine article, ripped out. Tossed about. Wrinkled. Out of order.
Read. And promised to be looked at later for “ideas.”
Trash. It.
Born in Hopewell, Virginia... Lost in New Bern, NC and F-L-A... Found at the beach. Father. Partner. Writer. Lucero diehard.
minimalist
52 for 52, junk, minimalist, stuff, torn, wrinkled
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