My old kitchen. I'm heading back home and starting thinking about my old apartment. Things were so simple then. I didn't think twice about soldering or cutting glass in the living room, had a darkroom (with no ventilation) in the spare bedroom, and a refrigerator that I painted purple and my cat wasn't dead.
I forgot about conte crayon. I think I still have some and will need to dig it out of the Art Bin.
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I can still taste the stop bath.
Mmmmm Stop bath.
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