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Wednesday February 01st 2012, 10:06 pmCompiling… Folding. Cutting, cutting. Cutting. Pull and stick. Pull and stick. Pull and stick. Pull and stick. Pull and stick. An exercise in tedium, but with a touch of sadness in my heart. This is always how it is whenever they go. We part on bittersweet terms. But I also know happiness in that they go off to new and wondrous vistas, homes from around the world that will love them. More so than I can give to them, as I see with a different eye. I gaze with a tarnished view, my failures, the imperfections, things I would change if it were practical to do so. They deserve a better relationship than I can provide. Its not that I do not have love for them, they are sired from my waking dreamscapes, but I live too closely to do them justice. Only a few will remain in the family, the ones that are extra special for reasons too convoluted to describe with any real meaning. The sadness over their relinquishing to other lives is never lost to the passing of time, memories of crafted adventures that will forever haunt till I’m dead. But yet I am inspired to do it all again and again, knowing that they will have life well beyond me.
Boxing Up Art To Leave Me
February 1st 2012
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