All stormed up again today. Listening in the night as it rose and rose and swung around the garden . A restlessness, almost like a mute anxiety entering my sleep and converting it to wakefulness. Planning my new work that is going to be called The Coverlet of Sleeplessness - triggered by nights such as this, exploring how the night textures the following day. So connected to this place and its elements.
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