I'm in the studio working. I walked from the main house with my umbrella carrying books tea and my laptop under my arms. I hear noises comming from Beato's house. Doors opening and shutting.
Kevin says it must be the wind, or spirits. He also says there is no such thing as the supernatural. Only the natural; and it is far more expansive than we can even imagine.
Perhaps it is the wind.
Perhaps.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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