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Dear rest, It's so peaceful here. It's quiet and uncomplicated and serene. I love it. Rosy and fresh and cool. Like a good book. Like a song. A bowl of really sweet cherries. Yeah, that's it. Cherries, like cherries. Postcard: Acrylic paint, shadow play, plus a collaged copy of

Dear feet, Watch your step. I think about that for you because I see you racing each other shouting, “me first, no me first!” And if feels odd to be here; like getting to this moment was suddenly upon me. It’s funny how

I was painting, listening to some random jazz from some random internet music site and thinking that there really aren't any songs about Thursday. And there should be. Thursday is such a mellow day, isn't it? It's a third-cup-of tea-morning-and-15-extra-minutes-in-bed