As a Christian, I am born of the Water and the Blood of Christ; diluted wine. But I struggle and fall, succeed and fail. I forget who I am. I become deluded wine.
That's cheating, Joi. It doesn't count as a photo of you if we can't see you in it. Kind of like my witch's brue photo. It's cool, but it's quite difficult to make out my reflection.
I am an awkward, stubborn, slightly insane woman who would rather talk Plato than Prada, rather watch Frank Capra than Carrie Bradshaw, and rather listen to Norse myths sung in Icelandic than anything currently on the radio. Yeah. Told you I was weird.
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Pictures... tiny....
Feathered masks are cool!
Joi and her hats...cool pics!!!
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Eric
But I can't actually see you!
Liz: Yes, I know, but I took the pictures for another website, and they had to be tiny. When Andrea mails me the full sized ones, I'll post them.
Eric: Done, and thanks for telling me about that feature!
Rachel: Of course! Why else do you think they turned out well?
That's cheating, Joi. It doesn't count as a photo of you if we can't see you in it. Kind of like my witch's brue photo. It's cool, but it's quite difficult to make out my reflection.
Yeah, but you can still see my hair, a little of my face, and some personality comes through.
This is me and photos we're talking about: take what you can get!
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