Ah, the studio, my sanctuary, my refuge, my place of solitude, and the view, trees, trees, more trees, very tall trees over 100 feet tall, trees that creak and groan and fall over during those roaring Pacific windstorms we get, and the power goes out. Solitude, yes, but not always stress-free. But, there’s always my big jar of double salted Dutch licorice which keeps on being filled by a fan of my journey. Enjoy.
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