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I was just thinking, maybe reminising, about how lovely and great the printshop is in the spring time. Leave the door open; let the wind blow in warm soft nice. Make a smelly print, wash your hands with coarse green soap, stand outside on the muddywet sidewalk and look at the design center in the nice fun sun. And then there's the courtyard locked in the middle of the art building, with flowers and grass and concrete letters and a thick tree and some nice cement.