musician, tutor, workshop facilitator, walk leader, writer, sketcher and creative adventurer.
Monday, 2 March 2009
Sunday afternoon solitude. Strolling in the last pink of sky. I got lost in my notebook walking out by the sea. Streams of words ran like they would never have any reason to pause.
I watched them emerging from my pen like they had a life of their own separate from me, read them this morning like they were written by someone who I am only just getting to know.
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