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  • somehow, a muppet lost its arm.

    it lay forlorn. discarded. a forgotten limb, with matted green fuzz waving at me from the sidewalk.

    and so, i took a photo. because that it is what i do.

    and maybe one day my son will ask me, "hey mama, what did you want to be when you grew up?" and i will say "i wanted to be someone who notices beauty in the abject, and humor in the tragic"

    he will say, "is that why you took a photo of this broken muppet?"

    and i'll respond, "yes, exactly."
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