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Trisha G.: Fisheye clouds, reflected clouds, boats, other stuff.
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Trisha G.: Fisheye clouds, boats, other stuff. But mostly clouds.
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Trisha G.: More.
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Trisha G.: 19 Lost. On a painted sky. ♪
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Trisha G.: 20 Where the clouds are hung for the poet's eye. ♪
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Trisha G.: 23 Cloudhouette.
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Trisha G.: 24 The House of Court.
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Trisha G.: 25 Don't notice me.
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Trisha G.: Citymaker.
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Trisha G.: Me with the fisheye in the basement.
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Trisha G.: God, mail, chipped paint.
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Trisha G.: Parking in rear.
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Trisha G.: You've always been a subject that I could learn.
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Trisha G.: I wanna tell you everything but I can't find the words.
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Trisha G.: 90971 His shirt says: It's okay to be different.
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Trisha G.: Field.
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Trisha G.: Flowers.
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Trisha G.: Bars.
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Trisha G.: Whee!
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Trisha G.: Sigh.
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Trisha G.: It's like if you had fish-eye binoculars and there were two of me and I was both at the cemetery with you, but I, like, grabbed your binoculars for no reason and pointed them at me.
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Trisha G.: Alex and some patriotic dead people.
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Trisha G.: I am tired today, but I am not too tired. I am not tired at all.