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posted by: jennifer (reply)
post date: 11.05.07 (3:23 am)
Once, when I was a little girl, we lived in an old house that had real keyholes in every door. I used to love to kneel down and peep through them; it's amazing how big a room looks when you see it through a tiny hole that was designed specifically to keep you out. Sometimes, however, and perhaps inevitably, I would see things I'd wish later I hadn't.
I love this one because it evokes in me those same feelings of titilation, repulsion and sadness. As always, I marvel at what you do.
j
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 11.06.07 (1:02 pm)
And here I was feeling sheepish about where *my* imagination was taking me. I still don't know what I'm looking at, but I know it's startling.
posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 11.12.07 (10:54 am)
Reply to: jennifer
As always, j, I wish there was more of that story written down. Perhaps you'll get to it sometime soon? I hope so.
Your thoughts keep me going.
ams