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Who Was That Woman?
And where has she gone?
Recently a former partner and good friend sent me a couple of zip files of old material he found on backup discs. Along with some cringe-inducing stabs at short story-writing, there was a boatload of photos. I was writing when the email arrived but just like that I went down a serious rabbit hole and am still dusting the residue off my hippocampus.
What caught my eye first were photos of cats-of-my-past.
I believe the photo on the left was taken ten years ago when my partner in art and life and I combined our kingdoms. Alice, my Bide-a-Wee shelter rescue cat took that in stride by ignoring it. The one on the right was taken in my apartment back in Cleveland in December 2000 as I was dismantling my life there to move it to New York (and, yes, I brought Puss).
There were also some weird old pen and ink drawings I’d done over the years.
