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I'm sick of finding my mother's things at thrift stores

pictures on the walls of my old house that drew my eyes when i couldn't look at anything else

i can't stand the thought of some slug picking them up

and demanding a cheaper price

for the pictures i knew for over a decade,

now labeled "$2.99"

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amelia-mohn
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Jan 8, 2014
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