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Snow. The unpleasant kind. Heavy, atop five inches of slush. Now rain. Lovely. :-(
I was up all night. Stitching the Winter Bitch.
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Journal Feb 7 2015
I am none of the things that are expected of me.
I am working on what I expect from myself.
This morning I took a deep breath.
Deeper than I remember.
I breathed everything in.
Just to taste it.
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I was up early with inspiration this morning.
Reconsidering pink for the first time in a long time.
My basket is filled with pink today.
Like the birth of warmth, I will use it to melt some personal snow.
The studio is lonely but it is just too cold to use it. It rests quietly. While I go out with a pick and shovel and hack my way out.
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