Here's my studio in a semi-cleaned up state, with my pieces for zippies and coasters somewhat organized. Ahh....
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
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busy?
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