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I"ve lost my words, but found fields and fields of paper. It's a start. I'm doing much better these days. Of course, these days are full of deep quiet, stillness, and slightly mind-numbing activity. It's ok though. I have my paper, a few handfulls of charcoal and some old tubes of paint. The words seem to have taken my affinity for reality, the stark lines that give form and logic. I simply have to work with bleeding color and abstract theory... someday, I know they will all come back.