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sketchbook: Monday 19 November 2012

Mon 19 Nov 2012 ca. 11:50 a.m. my bedroom The vermilion leaves of the Japanese maple have turned to russet—the color of dried blood. I look down on it from above. The handrails of our balcony angle into its branches, … Continue reading

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