There was a great wind last evening and then it rained all night. The perfect storm.

Today I woke up early, hopeful, refreshed and then I was dashed on the rocks momentarily so I wrote and then I painted.

I completed ten new small works today.

I excitedly wrote about them as quietly raw, dirty and discarded, containing an elegance yet a bit cold with a messy sophistication...

I have to use my words somewhere.
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