Cynthia E. Wood:
A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again
Cynthia E. Wood:
Every day is Friday
Cynthia E. Wood:
Close shave
Cynthia E. Wood:
Cooking
Cynthia E. Wood:
How to be alone
Cynthia E. Wood:
Something to remember her by
Cynthia E. Wood:
Someone gave me this
Cynthia E. Wood:
MVM
Cynthia E. Wood:
Aglow
Cynthia E. Wood:
Shoot out
Cynthia E. Wood:
Prison chair
Cynthia E. Wood:
The thing that keeps me up at night
Cynthia E. Wood:
Settling in
Cynthia E. Wood:
The fruits of our labor
Cynthia E. Wood:
Thia & Anne
Cynthia E. Wood:
Dame Hubbard's delight
Cynthia E. Wood:
Thia in the garden
Cynthia E. Wood:
Are they hot yet?
Cynthia E. Wood:
Chez moi
Cynthia E. Wood:
What happens to those stray eyelashes that land on your cornea and then lodge themselves in the fold of your lower lid? I've always wondered. Do they disintegrate? Seriously. Where do they go...?
Cynthia E. Wood:
Lick your face bokeh
Cynthia E. Wood:
Living with clowns (indeed!)
Cynthia E. Wood:
Shining star for you to see, what your life can truly be
Cynthia E. Wood:
Tous les matins du monde II
Cynthia E. Wood:
Where the magic happens
Cynthia E. Wood:
She's not allowed on the kitchen table
Cynthia E. Wood:
NYRB
