It's been a while since I've spent any time in my 'studio' but, following a recent email I experienced a tickle of inspiration, not unlike a mild electrical shock [or did I put too much homemade salsa on the buritto?] Whatever the cause the sensation was, and is, most welcome, and I give credit, where credit is due. What do I care if most of whatever it is I create eventually ends up on the dung-heap? The process and the journey is what is important [or so I've been told]. Whatever, a glass or two or Merlot eases the pain.
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More, after I check the Arabis blepharophylla.