Creative work is mostly showing up every day and enduring a million tiny failures as you feel your way to something a bit new.

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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll

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