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h 23''x w 22''
pastel, charcoal, coloured pencil, acrylic on paper
available
I wouldn't trust Coyote's apples.
That's how we all got into all this trouble before.
One bite.
It tastes really good.
Maybe just one more bite.
Then big trouble.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
All good children go to heaven.