Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five.
Thirty-one: Just a month on my window screen. Thirty-two: Broken-faced Mary at the San Juan Bautista cemetery. Thirty-three: The view from beneath the weeds. Thirty-four: Little Friend. Thirty-five: Mike and Lauren at the Coachella Tesla coil.





Someone who fancies himself a word lover but can't spell "cemetery" (or Bautista)? That's sad.
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