My shadow grows long
The afternoon sun throws long shadows. Morning light is a distant memory and the midday brilliance has cooled. I have a studio full of past projects, some more successful than others, plan chests now full and surfaces piled high. Now what? The afternoon has caught me unawares but I still have time. My imperatives have changed. Accolades are no longer ne…
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