Your soul sometimes plays a note
Against the Sky's ear that excites
The birds and the planets.
An invisible wake was created
When God said to His beautiful dead lover,

- Hafiz

Of course we chose the one overcast day in this jungle of heat to visit the ocean. But the ocean is magical under the clouds even so. In love with the poetry of Hafiz and the embracing summer evenings. And I've discovered figure drawings like a breath of sweet cool air. Be a child this weekend - paint your face and ambush your beloved humans in the tall weeds!

sound of this weekend: To Where We Drift by Firs of Prey

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