we swim with the fishes
my heavily scheduled life keeps conjuring up pictures of too many plates spinning in the air. over my head. or whirling off in a multitude of directions.
I keep envisioning stacks and stacks of plates. each unique. each related to one another in some way :) waiting to be used, enjoyed, filled to the brim with food.
using porcelain these days and lovin' it!
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