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Slain By The Spirit

Lost my buddy, the mighty Finn, during the final week of December. So happy to have found him here, on a 35mm negative from a roll of film I just got around to developing from last fall. There is Finn, rolling on the ground writhing in the grass like some canine pentecostal, slain by the spirit. I miss you, you little lunatic. Every. Single. Day.

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