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February 18, 2016
It's my morning and I'll do what I want to...do what I want to. You'd do it too if it happened to you. So there. A morning mantra for the PJ'ed lady in the white chair in the sunny spot of her living room. Smile.

I sent my sister my anger. Covertly. Genius. And I feel better. The watercolor was of her now sadly deceased dog; standing posture on a rug that was angrily red and yellow scrawled in a design underneath the dog. The background was light as air--wasn't even there. "Life is sad and I'm mad."