Where is your work?

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And where are your works?

She says.

Right here, I say.

She never looks.

By their looks

By my works 

You shall know them.

She moves on.

It was at times exasperation magnified when I once volunteered at the Gallery where I once displayed. One good thing, when the occasional customer would stroll through, you really got to know the smoke up from the stoked up. This lady was blowing smoke. She never even stopped to look at my work right before her.