In memory of Alan Watts.
You’re out are walking in the woods, when snow begins to fall. Lovely at first, you walk on, delighted by that magical feeling that happens when the sky is white and alive with motion, the fresh feeling on your face as each flake lands. 1,082 more words
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Screenprint and Letterpress postcard.