I’ve talked about it before, the fire that burned up a lot of my home, back in 2002. Stacks of sketchbooks (which were filled) were lost, just scraps. My bf at the time was lovely and went through the ashes, delicately making new art from the old. I was very touched, it was a really nice thing to do.
You know how eagles can get so high in the sky?
They find a pocket of warm air – see, heat rises. Eagles then circle and circle, riding that hot air way way up into the blue.
The fire was my pocket of air to ride.
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