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[stallionbreaker]

Given my propensity for wondering about the lives of people on mass transit based on their outward appearance and attitude, I smile at the figure I cut today. Top to bottom: tiara, scarf, dresden dolls t-shirt under black cardigan, giant backpack with a balloon animal tucked in the strap, camera around my neck, multi-colored tutu over jeans with

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[stallionbreaker]

Funny how each piece of the picture has a story behind it, too. Tiara I made for NYE AFP Boston Pops spectacular, scarf given to me by an ex-colleague, dresden dolls tee - that's a whole other post, the camera my farmer folks gifted me, balloon animal made by a clown/photographer named Jordana, backpack that saw me through my college years, tutu I made for halloween, jeans I bought in Richmond with my sister at easter, big black boots which the west village almost defeated me before I found them, sweet potatoes that Abby shared her love of with me bought at the farmer's market I used to frequent weekly, visited today in nostalgia and with another p.o.v. as a farmer myself now. All the stories that make up our the pieces of our lives. There was a conversation regarding how New Yorkers memory map their way around, distinguishing places patchworked together over Where We Met For Lunch and That Place I Used To Pass On My Walk To Work and Where I Saw That Band Play That One Time. Maps made of love and experience. Maps made of life. Objects