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Foreign Objects

Posted on November 9, 2010 by Martha Phelps Studio ~ creative on purpose

Sometimes… sometimes this life is a foreign object to me. It’s like something shiny but odd-looking, that one comes across on the beach. You pick it up – two fingered because of the sand and the muck – And notice … Continue reading →

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