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Magenta May we all take the time to fling down a small carpet in our fields of comfort, strip off our clothes and lie naked on our backs, making objects from the clouds overhead...😘
Btw, I wanted to turn you on to this stark piece I watched just last night. It resonated with me as, earlier in life, and trying to live off my G.I. Bill, I went back to school not far from the Canadian border, and along the Maine coast in a boatbuilding program, where we all as students had to scramble to find housing, as there were no students dorms or anything. I fortunately found, and was able to rent, an early 1900's three bedroom house along Cobscook Bay, within walking distance from the school, back in the early 1900's built by a Norwegian immigrant who, as the town's rigger in Eastport, was responsible for making sure that the town's herring fleet had taut gear for their masts and our boat rigging. It was here I would spend the next two years in this bare necessity status, trying to live off my Veteran's check. There were no frills, but....there was this stark beauty right there along the sea that was raw, visceral, and appealing. So, in making a short story longer for you, and as one whom I think I may be in tandem with in the way that nature plays upon our emotions....this movie I viewed last night shot me back to that time. I think, or I hope, for whatever it may be worth, it might resonate with you as well. Fingers crossed I'm not off the mark with this. I love the stark beauty of this one. Bare, real....and so very wonderful.
Taste it, see if it's for you or not. It's fine if you shut it down. We all march to the beat of our own drummers.
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