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by Uther Pendraggin
$73.00
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Our weekender tote bags are chic and perfect for a day out on the town, a staycation, or a weekend getaway. The tote is crafted with soft, spun poly-poplin fabric and features double-stitched seams for added durability. The 1" thick cotton handles are perfect for carrying the bag by hand or over your shoulder. This is a must-have for the summer.
Design Details
You see him right?
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Spot clean or dry clean only.
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2 - 3 business days
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Tapestry
You see him right?
Are you sure he can't see you.
I am just a guy. . . I may or may not have an eye for pictures. It's not really for me to decide, That's for you to do. . . I will take pictures of things others may see as mundane. Then I dig down into those images to see what is where. The tech does a lot of the work for me, I can't pretend. But the tech doesn't see what I see. . . Buddy of mine (this officially lets him off the hook for this) always tells the story of how when we would walk together as kids he would always be looking up and out and around, meanwhile, I would walk with my neck bent looking down at the ground. The clouds are indeed beautiful. But the world where you are has beauty as well. But you have to find it. . . I don't always live in...
$73.00
VIVA Anderson
Ohhh, what a 'scary monster', Uther, and, ohhhhhh how you see!......fv.VIVA
Uther Pendraggin replied:
Scary? I feel empathy for him as he trudges forth. Why? Maybe the edifice he protected didn't need or want his services anymore. Maybe because the people stopped believing in him. It's a forlorn glance back to a time and a place where/ when he knows he can never return. The road before him is long and the trip arduous. Strewn with the remnants of many who have failed in their journey. The far off valley is within sight. His back is bent his arms swing in rhythm as his legs push him never forward. Is he not life? Does he not feel? Shall we not recognize our journey in his? Look back! PLAU, UPD