The Afterlife

At first, the stuff that makes you weepy... Later, the stuff that makes you smiley...
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Lidian said…
This is very cool and I love how it makes me think (no small thing after a day in the library!)...And thank you for visiting me too, so that I could discover Small & Big.

I'll be back :)
May 21, 2009
David said…
Now I'm sad...no wait a minute, I'm happy.

Really neat one Paula...and those damn perfect colors again!!!
May 21, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
“I laughed, I cried, I kissed five bucks good-bye.” Well, except for the moolah. Thanks for commenting, both of you!
May 21, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
David, my secrets are Palmolive dish soap (“You’re soaking in it right now.”) and Adobe Illustrator. I ain't worked up enough nerve or skin suppleness yet to hand color. I'll get there eventually. :-)
May 22, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Hey, I just realized: Palmolive is actually Palm and Olive. Huh. What an peculiar name for dish soap.
May 22, 2009
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