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Aug 2020
i set it up mostly
not all at once

nothing here is done all at once no more
we takes our time indispersed with piano
music

i imagine i can play imagine fingers flying

i can saw more now, improved from sawing bits
off
to sawing things into objects and now i can make
thin slices
with a glove for protection

we walks up the gate, looks back up side down
to see impartial
to judge
and add
more detail

delivery man pushed the gate the wrong way
bits fell off
so i stuck them back on with a twig to hold
it all back together

i make prototypes that become fact
with a temporary nature

move things around here

while in the afternoon i still draw
the trees
as i feel them

lower case
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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