Painting in the bookstore lately has reminded me of the type of drawings I was doing for awhile, snippets of storybooks that never took the form of an entire tale, disjunctive little scenes of my disjunctive little characters. Here are two chapters without homes, girls dangling with their daydreams, suspended between their ideas and those that were passed down to them from a wicked mother, a lonely town, a stuffy church.
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