A week ago we spread my childhood friend's ashes at the beach we all spent a lot of time talking about stories we were going to make. This was one of his, "Air" or "My Air Myra." I don't remember what it was about but the girl always wore oven mitts and a dog came out of her leaving a trail of rainbows. I always thought his art had an interesting and unique look, even his final drawings still had his familiar style, just much scribblier.
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