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[[A woman approaches another woman, sitting on a porch stoop in the midst of a snowstorm.]]

First Woman: My dear woman, please, come in, out of the cold!
Second Woman: Oh, thank you…
Second Woman: So kind you are! And your aura – so vibrant and green!

Second Woman: Like a meadow in springtime, or a brisk blade of grass, glistening with dew. You are a nurturer! You are strong!
First Woman: Oh, you are so right, you don’t even know… I do nurture when I get the time

Second Woman: Yes, it shines brightly, even through the many layers of your ridiculous coat.
Man: Hey, are you reading auras?
Man: Neat-o! What’s my aura? What color am I?

Second Woman: You… you seem to be covered in a dingy yellow, a sort of amber, like –
Man: …Like I’m drenched in urine, yeah, but what about my aura?

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#157; In which Pneumonia seems certain transcribed by in

[[A woman approaches another woman, sitting on a porch stoop in the midst of a snowstorm.]]

First Woman: My dear woman, please, come in, out of the cold!
Second Woman: Oh, thank you…
Second Woman: So kind you are! And your aura – so vibrant and green!

Second Woman: Like a meadow in springtime, or a brisk blade of grass, glistening with dew. You are a nurturer! You are strong!
First Woman: Oh, you are so right, you don’t even know… I do nurture when I get the time

Second Woman: Yes, it shines brightly, even through the many layers of your ridiculous coat.
Man: Hey, are you reading auras?
Man: Neat-o! What’s my aura? What color am I?

Second Woman: You… you seem to be covered in a dingy yellow, a sort of amber, like –
Man: …Like I’m drenched in urine, yeah, but what about my aura?

{{header: long way to go at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: i have been told that my aura is quote-musky-unquote}}

#157; In which Pneumonia seems certain transcribed by in

[[A woman approaches another woman, sitting on a porch stoop in the midst of a snowstorm.]]

First Woman: My dear woman, please, come in, out of the cold!
Second Woman: Oh, thank you...
Second Woman: So kind you are! And your aura - so vibrant and green!

Second Woman: Like a meadow in springtime, or a brisk blade of grass, glistening with dew. You are a nurturer! You are strong!
First Woman: Oh, you are so right, you don't even know... I do nurture when I get the time

Second Woman: Yes, it shines brightly, even through the many layers of your ridiculous coat.
Man: Hey, are you reading auras?
Man: Neat-o! What's my aura? What color am I?

Second Woman: You... you seem to be covered in a dingy yellow, a sort of amber, like -
Man: ...Like I'm drenched in urine, yeah, but what about my aura?

{{header: long way to go at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: i have been told that my aura is quote-musky-unquote}}

i have been told that my aura is quote-musky-unquote

#157; In which Pneumonia seems certain

  — February 10th, 2006

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20 years ago (in photocomic form)

June 9, 2026 by David Malki !
A young David Malki !, Steve Carey, and Ryan North, June 2006.

The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.

It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.

I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!

Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]


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