two pages

I started the day looking out a different window in my studio to see what the three things called me -  always interested in how I describe the third - because it's about me ! 

Then taught a college class (Chicano Feminism !) this 1 - 2 - 3 practice. Found delight in the students and on my page - even perfection . . .

 






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