The ordinary fields of the day to day , the return to Ethiopia on the horizon . Thinking about home , as if I have rehearsed this day before . Recalling that one great meadow grove that flanked the furthest corner of my father's property .
Working out some musical ideas , and attending to some new lino-cuts .
"What is the comfort of a plan of a house if you do not enter the house itself ?"
C H Spurgeon
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