zinefest

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I've been selected to participate in Grand Rapids Zine Fest! It's Saturday, August 31 from 1-6pm at Fountain Street Church. More info here.

Like my blog writing? You'll be surprised by what you find in my zines.

Can't wait? Purchase them at my website here.

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