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Double Life: photographs
by Kelli Connell

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photography by Kelli Connell

BED AND BREAKFAST
BED AND BREAKFAST
CARNIVAL
CARNIVAL
THE CONVERSATION
THE CONVERSATION
HEAD TO HEAD
HEAD TO HEAD
4TH OF JULY
4TH OF JULY
KITCHEN TENSION
KITCHEN TENSION
LAKESIDE
LAKESIDE
LOOKING GLASS
LOOKING GLASS
REVERIE
REVERIE
SUNROOM
SUNROOM
SWEETWATER
SWEETWATER
THE VALLEY
THE VALLEY
WINDOWSILL
WINDOWSILL
WOODS & ROSES
WOODS & ROSES

 

 

 

 

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