 Photo by Morgan Lane on Unsplash at his bedside lost maybe he could sense me those last words bed massive swallowing this frail thing there heavy cells eating his brain i read from paper hospice left "Love you for... Thank you for... Forgive you... Forgive me..." went down the list shy wanted to share sage thoughts grey mustache, quiet breath tears starting up felt false wanted to go big to make my voice clear whether he heard me or not
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Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress. This page serves to invite you into the way I work, with intermittent posts to show you the hows and whys on the whats I make, as well as prompts and ideas I bring to certain workshops. There will also be some raw, rough content found in notebooks written years ago, previously posted on: Archives
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