As I was doing the washing up the other evening, vacantly staring out of the window at the trees, sky and collapsed tomato plants, I suddenly realised that I was not thinking of anything apart from the job I was doing and the things I could see. I was outside of myself! I have sketched the precariously balancing results of my labours and the surrounding bits and pieces.
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Hi, Sarah! Very astute realization that you were able to capture for your journal's theme! :-)
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