Factory Kids

we're corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.

credit: martin hong.

Blossoming youth.

Blossoming youth.

boys boys boys!

boys boys boys!

The sun has gone to bed.

The sun has gone to bed.

She clicked her heels and followed the yellow brick road.

She clicked her heels and followed the yellow brick road.

there’s a child in all of us.

there’s a child in all of us.