Imagine you and I are having coffee together in the sun. We would tell one another other stories. Have giggles. Most stories here are observations and accounts of certian bemusing events in the days of an artist. Events I wish to remember and think may amuse you too. The illustrations I drew. The protagonists are real. Should you have a coffee time story to share, write it back to me.Now if you are ready for a break, get a coffee, draw a chair, let me tell you what happened the other day :
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Wednesday 2 January 2013
I had asked and was answered. I and he where fir cones. Green fir cones. Of the same kind. It made prefect sense. A sudden reccolection of our atachment to the tree in the breaze, our infancy. And I woke up. Now i know, we are both faries.
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