it was quite a shock, that there are no boxes left.
only those of a different size, quite a shock your anger that leapt from nowhere. of course it does not matter.yet with that and the moon,how can one sleep.
how can one pack and tidy when things are the wrong shape, and emotions rise.
do me a favour, and know it was a favour, looking for boxes.
the sheds are now tidy.
I am a painter who writes, a writer that paints, a drawer on life, and landscape. … Watch me make things. Am quite patient, hold my tongue, but can’t say multi disciplinary. Easily I live here, in Wales Easily