Checking out.
Packing up before going home. One last view of the bed with the magical iv and other medicinal accoutrements.

The empty bed (going home)
About davidgreen
Hanging around with the older students in the highschool photo club, I picked up a camera purely under the influence of peer pressure of the worst kind. I got addicted. I couldn't do anything about it. This was in 1974. It was years before I got my own camera. I had to borrow, beg to use my friend's cameras. This is my sad story.
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