And into The Book That Someone Will Read Someday, Darla Varney writes:
Damn me if these scars don't open up at the worst possible time! Who's going to even want to come near me at the Prairie View? May as well kiss all my hard work goodbye what with changing bandages every five minutes. I need to be out among the people. They're the ones I've made all these artworks for. Maybe I need to find a helper. Make some vague mention of my condition. Tell them I have to get up and step away from the booth frequently to take my … medicine. Suppose that sounds o.k. Maybe if Ort stops by. He can even set up a rack if he wants. There's plenty of space if I leave a few things behind. I promise I'll ask.
Nice.
Blood looks so pretty when it soaks into the page.
(Note: Bring extra journals and stationery. Customers like this rose petal paper and I didn't have enough on hand last time.)
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