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jojotober2024 day 7: Favorite part!!

after eight years, I finally updated my huge Historical Fashion Reference & Resources Doc! Now in the form of a MUCH more easily updated Google Doc with better organization, refreshed links, and five more pages of books and online resources.

se realizará una muestra de arte en apoyo al pueblo palestino y su libertad. el tiempo límite de recepción de obras hasta el 18 de Octubre! la muestra se haría el 25 de este mismo mes

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