Memorial Log - Roark Locke 001.1
Mar 08, 2015
Astral&Cards
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We hit some early snags. Our images were too big for Tapastic, both in pixel size and data-wise. Since we wrote the first few before attempting to submit, we pretty much dashed our hopes against the wall and felt super discouraged. Props to the family and friends that pushed us onward.
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