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: 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