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I started spring cleaning earlier this month. Then I started moving furniture. After single-handedly moving a couch, a coffee table, one chair and a houseplant that weighs more than me, things are looking up. There is far less dust and much less inertia. In the process, I unearthed a few sketches and assorted book ideas. I loosely based the sketches above on an autumnal road trip my grandparents took us on, as teenagers. The highlight of the trip was definitely eating fried chicken and brownies outside the legendary Willey House on a glorious October day.

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