8 months later…

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emmyrossum: #fbf I’m not really sure what’s happening here….

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I need this as a constant reminder in my life.

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One morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I rolled out of bed, threw a blanket over my shoulder because it was cold, and made my way to the front of the house. I opened the door and a very nice lady of some sort of christian denomination handed me a pamphlet and launched in to a well-rehearsed spiel about accepting jesus in to my life when she stopped mid sentence and gave me a peculiar look. I used this pause in her speech to politely decline her offer and wish her a pleasant morning. It wasn’t until I looked at what she handed me that I understood why I stopped her in her tracks and then proceeded to laugh for the next half hour by myself.

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Jean Louis Forain, French, 1852-1931, Tight-Rope Walker, c. 1885

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Clouds by Eugene Boudin.

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