I’ll tell you what: why don’t I just make you a tape…
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We visited the playground at the Elementary School I went to as a kid. I visited trees that I remembered fondly. So many memories came rushing back of recesses spent reading books underneath these trees, playing balance games on their exposed roots and imagining fantastic creatures that lived within them.
366 Art Journal Pages / 007
I liked these lines from an Ezra Pound poem, and they seemed fitting for a quiet lazy weekend in.
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the big city cast a spell, and they could talk of nothing else.
