Come Home, Baby, BluesSome people like to ramble,but I've settled down.Had enough of the highway,now I'm staying in town.Some people like to worry,and I worry too.They worry about themselves, babe,and I worry about you.Come home to me, baby,come and sit by my side.You can tell me the reasonsfor the tears you have cried.I know you've seen trouble,'cause I know where you've been.You can stay here with me, babe,and not go there again.I will make you some coffee,or some tea if you like.Between tea and coffee,there's no wrong or right.And all the devils you met,we will send them to grace.Of the harm that they did,there will
I didn't realize what was going on, here.
I see it, now.
I thought it was about over-muscling very simple folding and unfolding techniques.
Industrial Tasks vs. Gentle Meditative Approaches
Well, it still is, but...
My stuff is usually put together for visual reasons and with preverbal intuitions, making sense of it comes later.
Damn fluid in all directions. AND
I can come back on different days and have your images all brand new to me.