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Anne Heetderks
When I was a young girl I used to mow the lawns of our neighbors in Hayward, California to make some money. Early Saturday morning I would wheel our push mower out of the garage and begin my route. Then, with my lawns finished and some cash in hand, I would walk to the mall near our home and head toward the art supply store. Brushes, paints, colored pens, lovely paper, manuals, compasses, leather art cases--they all awaited me there and I could spend hours dreaming of owning them all. Now, every morning I w ... read more
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Daniela Rojas-Mion
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