andy whall, art/bouldering research, Uncategorized

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Posted by blocspenwith on December 14, 2020December 14, 2020

I look hard into the wind driven snow, a grey white depthless landscape. On the same day I look inside my Dad’s old glove, I couldn’t see much in there either.

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