We arrive at a bus station. Stepping off the Greyhound I notice a country store and a place for horses to be tied to a rail in front of it.
A little car is waiting.
A fellow, very friendly and happy to see us, drives us into the deep dark countryside.
This is a memoir tracing early art influences. The quick graphics are done using Sumo.
On August 21 this chapter will close.
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