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there are certain times of day when i just love this room.

one is evening, when the lights are lit.

another is a specific point in the late afternoon, when the sun drops below the line of the trees

and sends an orange finger of light shooting straight across the wall.

and i remember sitting here in the deep freeze of winter

when the pine trees were silent and heavy with snow

and the room was filled with a bright clear light.

today i went to a nineteenth century dance workshop.
it was fun, and exhausting,
and i met some really lovely people.
now to persuade my second in command to join me for the next one ....