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| Cocoon, collage, 2014 |
As snow piles up further east and south, it's raining here. If it were colder in Seattle we might have 10" by noon. Irregular bursts of water beat against the skylight with a cadence that seems match my own. Every residency has a rhythm and mine has fallen into an inevitable lull. So I’ll scrape away the dried glue, sweep up scraps of paper and wipe away dribbled ink. The forecast holds more weather systems so it's best to be prepared.








