Saturday, 17 September 2011
Dreaming of Springtime
Often, when I am dozing off to sleep, my mind skips through the day and all its visual feasts and, all on its own, comes up with a fresh new image. I keep a sketch book and pencil by my bed, quietly switch on the light and jot down the brand new image, delivered to my subconscious visual 'inbox' by an unknown and most welcome sender.
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