This is an old, old, old photo shopped picture.  But, I like it and I don't think I've posted it for awhile. 

Makes me think of you all, out there. 

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Comment by Julie Johnson on February 25, 2017 at 4:21am

Here's what it looked like, from the other side

Comment by Foolish Monkey on February 25, 2017 at 7:27am

I love the images and writing that comes from your creative mind. I'm right here.

Great images. The first one is very strong.

Hugs JJ.  

Comment by M. C. Sears on February 25, 2017 at 8:46am

Way cool!

Comment by Phyllis on February 25, 2017 at 9:11am

Fun party.

Comment by Julie Johnson on February 25, 2017 at 10:25am

...I apologize for the cussing, above.  I should delete?  It just doesn't 'sound' like me.  It's obvious my words have still not come back yet.  I'm hoping in the next few weeks?  Anyway, it's not you.  It's me.  I really did think I lost this one and I hadn't copied off the story yet.  Glory Days...

Comment by Julie Johnson on February 25, 2017 at 10:31am

Exactly one year ago was the last post on that thread.  I remember that day, and it was nothing, nothing like I thought it was going to be, today.  What's that old saying about making God laugh?  Just tell your plans.  Damn.  'They' were right! 

Comment by greenheron on February 25, 2017 at 3:35pm

This is cool! I like the ghostly figures. What made you choose the laundromat?

Comment by Julie Johnson on February 25, 2017 at 4:10pm

Hey greenheron! Thanks!  What made me choose the laundromat?  Well..., they're my friends.  The ghosts, I mean.  And, they were there. 

Comment by moki ikom on February 25, 2017 at 11:49pm

Even though the abode i inhabit has a washer and dryer, i'd be highly inclined to occassionally patronize a laundromat that inspired such representations of reality and clientele who could appreciate such transformations to the relative abstract.

Comment by nanatehay on February 26, 2017 at 7:07am

I didn't see where you cussed, Julie. You don't seem like the cussing sort to me, tho I can relate to "well..., they're my friends.  The ghosts I mean," since Kansas City Paranormal Investigations, the Ghost Hunters-type outfit that investigated my house on Strawberry Hill, told me it was the most paranormally active residence they ever worked in. Can't say I considered the ghosts there my friends since at least some of 'em are pretty damn evil and most of the rest are plenty creepy and disturbing as hell, but still, I miss my place. Haunted or not it's my home, and I feel something similar going on when I read your words and look at the images here and from your post a year ago.


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