a long week in glen iris, whilst benoit bakes the week away at wesley hill. crocheting rainbows, laughing at zsuzsa in her high chair with her toy playground so easily at reach, dreaming up a project with all these threads. wondering about patchwork and puppets and wood fired kilns. have to get back home and hear the magpies again. and finish off that bedroom we're building.
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