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I merely write, I can't draw a single piece of music or even draw. My sense of color is seriously scrabbled. I have to take a nap.
Monday, April 27, 2009
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This is an archive of daily observations written by my friend Tom Bridwell. I am not the author, merely a facilitator for Tom, who lives at the edge of the grid. He notices a lot of things and these are his posts, written from the vantage of a ridge top in the hills of Southern Ohio.
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April
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- Odd Thing
- Can't Sleep
- Settling Down
- Making Sense
- Emily Said
- Disoriented
- Sheepishly
- So Close
- Danger Zone
- Changing Weather
- Lambent Will
- Mercy
- Eccentric Behavior
- Madhouse
- Anticipation
- Being Offensive
- Commotion
- Forcemeat
- Yes, But
- Whip-Poor-Will
- Sight Lines
- Comes Around
- Stair Installation
- Steady State
- Own Goal
- It's Raining
- Diogenes' Barrel
- Teasing Quadratics
- Saving Pieces
- Letting Go
- Don't Ask
- Housekeeping
- Saturday Staff
- Fake Snow
- No Plan
- Several Fronts
- Waterwork Music
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