next door three people talked about looking out for one another. i asked one fellow if he knew this house and could i take pictures. he was wary at first, saying eight people were robbed on the corner, saying the house belongs to an old hippie like us (noting my ammonite and jade flower necklaces) and knock on his door. so i did. his daughter made this painting from a heart she had to dissect in lab prompting her fascination with all hearts and her lifelong vegetarianism. he said the neighbor is making his house a blues museum. om.
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