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Fake Existence

A mass of string like Objects, spun around in clumps Colors washed through each worn piece Dyed to match other Parts that congeal together Not meaning to be something
Russell Sivey

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/31/2013 7:15:00 PM
Sounds like the time I washed a rug and all the rubber backing fell off! Very interesting.
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Date: 1/31/2013 1:56:00 PM
Dear Russell, A riddle that needs to be interpreted, a picture of many situations in one. Real and deep! Beautiful!
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Date: 1/31/2013 10:34:00 AM
My mind wonders what this object is...hmmmm?? Curious !!
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