The process of condensing.
What little stored in my childhood basement. In boxes.
The imperative is to edit. To rid of all that is climbed through daily in search of meaning.
Flawlessly. Without distraction.
Cut the extraneous until that which remains is Beauty.
This is how I see the nomadic life.
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Saturday, July 8, 2012
A very loved little bear….