Here are some photos from a sketchbook I started in mid-September. 

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2. the city out-side is ablaze with lust and longing. I realize we all go out and fight only to come home each night to someone we can take off  all our masks to
3. Life's hard for all of us.  Lack of love received is lack of love given out.  Cold houses and long fences house us in.  We can no longer laugh for joy but only laugh at.  It's a sad and sorry place where we keep all things to ourselves.  Be careful that you don't say no to things you should be saying yes to