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SNOW Art Collection (unfinished)

THE CRIB Painted By God

THE CRIB – that’s where it all begins. The comfort part of life. Now my mother lays me down to sleep with my father protecting us all. That’s the perception. And perception works. There’s something about, ‘we need to toughen her up a little bit, don’t we?’ and ‘she’ll do all that on her own’.

We did. Right?

Everybody thinks it and it’s all good and it’s all right.