Four more days of work... packing... piles of disorder everywhere I turn... a garage sale- bargaining away all my stuff to random passers-by... torrential rain... crazy, beautiful cloud systems.... delicious sandwiches and special moments in an altogether new corner of the city... It feels surreal that this chapter of my life is closing... I can see my sadness, but I am somehow looking at it through glass- muted and dulled, mostly inaccessible for now. Must be some fancy new coping mechanism. (Or maybe the oldest in the book. Either way...) Onward. Pictures of woodkiln pots to follow...
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I didn't realize you wanted me to take a picture of the clouds.
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