 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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$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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