Spring Fling words

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Spring Fling, busy flow

familiar and unknown faces
questions: "damar resin?",
"make it up as you go along?"

explanations offered

hot and cold wax comparisons
talking layers: cutting, gouging, revealing

talking air, sky, transformation,
mental health, flow visualisation

kind words
deep words

people carrying work away

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