That got us started in on the Big Blue House. It was once a school. It was echo-y and cold in winter. At night we could hear it ‘breathing’. But it was big. Soooo big. Sort of empty really, because we didn’t have enough furniture to fill it. But lots of books and lots of space to play. The carnival was born there. In some ways, all my work was.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Quiet Sunday 3
That got us started in on the Big Blue House. It was once a school. It was echo-y and cold in winter. At night we could hear it ‘breathing’. But it was big. Soooo big. Sort of empty really, because we didn’t have enough furniture to fill it. But lots of books and lots of space to play. The carnival was born there. In some ways, all my work was.
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