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blowing bubbles of giggling somethingness and why-nottie-tude, a creative laxative, a provocateur of visual burps and farts (ie: until the end of 2019 as design department head at the creative circus, and frequent side-hustley designer of designy stuff) – but also my every-other-time-o'-day approach.
hopefully this stuff is easily sharable, lots funner than having to read a lot, and not a big investment of time.
i hope you enjoy.
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I have memories of a wagon just like that. Is that our “Rosebud”? Hmmmmmmmmm.
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i remember a red wagon, just like this one, in richmond, where we’d ride up and down the cracked and root-buckled sidewalks. but i don’t seem to recall any giant fried eggs. do you?
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