Monday, February 14, 2011

February 14th ~ a small stone

Frying garlic, an alarm goes off in the street.  For a moment I think the garlic is shrieking, like lobsters in boiling water. 


The drawing I did today is appalling.  So I'm not posting it.  Suffice it to say, my mind was elsewhere.  In bed probably, where I should be now.  Night night.

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