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The man in front has not blinked yet.

A sheep-octopus hybrid rides the subway holding a briefcase.

Neon dread blooms where Hawkins kids dare pedal.

Two souls divided by glass, speaking across impossible worlds.

Even balloons have opinions about Soviet-era politics, apparently.

Visitors from beyond, soaking up our yellow star.

Step 6 is the only panel without another person.

Bright fabric holds still, grinning toward a lens it trusts.

Between tide and breath, the sea sends back its own.

Even the Pope showed up for this one.

Strange flesh globe dreams under the summer sun.

A blue jay holding a bat stands at home plate.

Everyone agreed the beach find needed a second opinion.

A chubby cat sculpture covered in mirror tiles.

The napkin was sourced locally. The crown was not.

Laughter dressed in medals, history made plush.