Saturday, September 24, 2011


Posted on Sat, Sep 24, 2011 at 8:23 AM

I was on my way out of the building when I saw you sitting there alone, and
you really were beautiful and you looked as frustrated as me for even being
there. I was the tattooed guy that stopped and told you what I thought of
you, but didn't want to say much more around all those people. I'd like to
talk to you, maybe coffee or pool? Tell me what I said, and email me at


Golden Harvest: Flour Sacks from the Permanent Collection @ Northwest Museum of Arts & Culture

Tuesdays-Sundays. Continues through May 15
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