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Passing by the worktable in the studio on my way to the hill that used to be a garden.
Because that's where I'll be today. Moving some stray leftover bricks.
To patch an old path.
Eye Woman seems a bit like a path. Or a crossroad...
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If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung