Many years ago I found this piece of wood and hung it on an (outside) wall of our house - thinking that it looked quite like a dancer, or an angel or even . . .
As the years of rain and wind have lashed around in the courtyard in which the piece of wood hangs, it seems to have been changed, has become more stark. The soft tissues of the wood have washed or rotted away leaving the hard remains. It was always a lovely object but the passage of time has refined it, I feel, into something very special.
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