"well, he was a bookie..."

A day full of snatches of overheard conversation - glimpses into other lives.  Turnout at our district was high, so we were steadily busy.  No long pauses for drawing or reading - the voters kept on coming.



my work elsewhere:

my work for sale:

beside myself:

a mini blog made of my recent bookmarks (via del.icio.us)

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