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inside the nothing, an orchestra hear your heart beat, organs pump insides tire for your rise and falling do you ever thank them? thank you, stomach thank you, liver kidneys, bladder not everyone has them gratitude for intestines comes when the beeps bops bleeps subside that terrain of blank canvas the ant there takes his friend back home his friend now food blind ants - what do they hear?  Photo by Manuel Oppel del Rio on Unsplash
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morning breeze soft rain the sky that robin's egg blue a small strip of fog a porch sit the scrambled noise gone instead is this sweater this antique wood rocker my hands chilled study the horizon find palms to warm them take in mountain faces pine green cardigans roll eyes back I belong in the mountains like I belong in the sea like I belong in a city high rise like I'm learning to belong in my skin sometimes you love a person with energy that takes you through the rest of forever  Photo by Michel Catalisano on Unsplash |
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$1, $10, $100, whatevs :) Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress (me). This mostly contains raw rough content pulled out of practice notebooks. Occasional posts also invite you into the way I work, with intermittent notes on the hows and whys on the whats I make. Less often you may also find prompts and processes I've brought to workshops, as well as surveys that help me gather material for projects. Similar earlier posts from years ago can be found on: Archives
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