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A few sketches while waiting for my daughter's football game this morning drawn in a green sketchbook that I discovered in my closet. There is something about the tacility of the paper, the pen, and the particular notebook that makes writing so present. I sat on the bleachers while her team (The West Mountain Riders) warmed up and as the preceding Tyke game concluded. Many clouds & overcast. Occasional sun.
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