Immediately on reading this, I thought of how it looks in the desert here, right before the black -- that line of perfect cobalt blue slicing open heaven.
I've been reading your journal backwards today, bundled up in sweater and blanket and warm little lap dog - like watching someone rewind through their life. I just want to tell you how moving and familiar it is, how hard and sad it is to see the anatomy of suffering so eloquently displayed. I am stunned that my own life continues, on and on, in spite of everything. I'm grateful for every stupid minute of my life, but all it takes is the right scent on the wind and I am whisked back into that wrenching terrain of memory. It has been a long time since I've really hurt. But it never feels like it.
oh you are more than welcome, but thank you, really.
(the last piece of artwork i sold was called 'tether'. it is like that--tiny little threads stretching who knows how far, all of this web between each and all of us. thanks for tugging on your end.)
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I would like to see the sun rise here, and set there.
Or better yet, rise there and set (almost) here, over the ocean.
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(the last piece of artwork i sold was called 'tether'. it is like that--tiny little threads stretching who knows how far, all of this web between each and all of us. thanks for tugging on your end.)
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