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We (my family) had been on a really long drive and I kept looking at how the bugs would splatter on the windshield. And since I usually always look at everything in some sort of creative scope, I imagined a these mutilated bugs as works of art. Yes, strange I know. Why would anyone see splattered bugs on a windshield as art, but I do. It’s my curse and blessing.


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