I find myself resting on the sweet spring air, drifting across the days like boneless flotsam.
Soon I will make a list, of stuff to remember to do.
Last night I watched my Electra and Medea. Electra was worse than I remembered, Medea better. I wish I could have seen videos of Doors and Noir, in that same sequence, to compare how I'm doing.
I am ready for a very different kind of work. Time to see if Joseph and Jennifer are free for a sesh.
In the meantime, the cherry wind is carrying me out the door.
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Beautiful post - along with those below. Still love reading your blog.
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