Cynthia E. Wood:
There's something you aren't telling me. I can feel it in my bones.
Cynthia E. Wood:
Plain and simple
Cynthia E. Wood:
Soldier B
Cynthia E. Wood:
Dust to dust
Cynthia E. Wood:
I have not forgotten you, yet
Cynthia E. Wood:
Splendor in the grass
Cynthia E. Wood:
Farewell my faithful, uber-reliable old friend... R.I.P.
Cynthia E. Wood:
Six feet under
Cynthia E. Wood:
Oh sweet bird of youth
Cynthia E. Wood:
Hindsight is 20/20
Cynthia E. Wood:
Stark reality
Cynthia E. Wood:
V-Day
Cynthia E. Wood:
My soul to keep
Cynthia E. Wood:
Morning dew
Cynthia E. Wood:
Where the wild things are
Cynthia E. Wood:
L'épopée des poupées
Cynthia E. Wood:
Don't call it trash :: baby doll
Cynthia E. Wood:
Elbow pads
Cynthia E. Wood:
In commemoration of its precious little life
Cynthia E. Wood:
Nature morte