Rainier My city is waking up to a clear sky. My mountain, our stead, is proud out there. All of us in cars and working stream in, our ears and eyes blossom with promise. Like an concrete box, all begins to fill up with sounds, oils, and actively rotating bodies of work. We are shaking [...]
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