morning, squatting, holding the hose to flood the shell peas, that altered state of Drift, mind is nowhere everywhere, and brain…brain…said: look down
sitting quietly. light of pic is tweeked so you can see h/ir. In reality, it was dark and cool. It might be SandRock. I can't know till i see the others. SandRock is the eldest. Old. The size of a small grapefruit. an Old Toad. from the beginning here. A very deep deep Joy.
in the shop
and here we Go. three pieces, stitched together with invisible baste [ Jude Hill ] and
ready.
for what, i have NO clue. None.
windthread 
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