I understand that I am repeatedly drawn to the same spaces. Sweeping fields with soaring clouds that drift between me and the ever-variable blue. Spaces full of suncapture that leave me wondering about the difference between silver and gold. Spaces that hold nothing, but welcome everything. Temporary hosts to clouds, wind, birds -- open to what or whomever will find comfort within. I breathe deeply pulling in deep drafts of dust and light.
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