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Ironing plus lightning storm. Ann in the 70s at the one domestic chore she liked. During Cheyenne summers it often stormed while I ironed.
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2019-09-21_03-20-08. Over the moon in love, sketch from airplane from Denver to Portland, Sunday, Sept. 2019
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A quick sketch of a dear woman who has been a golden find on Flickr... A sketch done quickly. Not right. Done in pen so I couldn't erase. She's intelligent, oh so intelligent, and has wonderful histories, photos, art, cats. An appreciator of the best
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Illustration for my ghost story... Smashwords.com...Ann O'Neal Garcia, Second Lives, e-book 1.99.....39 short stories
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From a photo I bought in antique shop, as if I need more photos! This represents timeless happiness of kids building a snow fort togetherduring recess
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Saying goodbye to mama after a visit... Reference. Old photo from antique shop. I like extending my family.
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Not a pretty photo but true. Me, stewing over editing of my new book, Second Lives, In Cheyenne at friend's house. Friends Margaret and Sheryl decided I must be published again .
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Angel arrived in purple coat to lead me through maze of Denver Airport. Had she not, I'd still be there.
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In Denver Airport, woman in purpke coat named Carolyn, walked mrme all the way to my faraway gate. She saved me!
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Irish horses: Dad's photo from the 70's when he and new wife Betsy and little kid Laura went to Ireland to live for a couple of years.
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Dad's art, just a sketch of Clarabelle, our stepmother. I had crummy old photo, tried to restore it! I don't have much of his art as he "gave up" when second wife died so young, and he told his students, "Come to my house and take anything you'd like."
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en chemise: Dad's old art, very damaged, which I tried to restore a little. I had only a tiny, faded photo of this work. This was Clarabelle, our stepmother, in their bedroom.
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Red Stallion Loses, self-publishing my first novel, first page, first chapter, written in 5th and 6th grades on Dad's and Mom's big old typewriter.
