so many things to write about lately. but it's 3am and i just returned from a bout of midnight painting. i want to write about walking home through a deserted town, everything silent except for the swish of perfectly powdered snow; i want to write about the lake water freezing at 6am this morning, the way it sounded like whale songs or dolphins, and how anu and i stood absolutely still with ears cocked for several minutes, just listening; i want to write about the sky and painting and and all the life that has returned to the studio.
i want to write about a lot of things... but man, i'm tired.
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I need a dog to get me out of bed at six in the morning.
I have found that my lover works well for that ... Even being two time zones away.
Don't you just get haunted by the sound of the ice?
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