collage on linen
I awake each morning torn between a desire to save the world and adesire to savour the world. This makes it hard to plan my day.
E.B. White
"the present is the wave that explodes over my head, flinging the air with particles at the height of its breathless unroll; it is the water and light that bears from undisclosed sources the freshest news, renewed and renewing, world without end" -Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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