It is close...the birds are singing more, the air hints at a change. But the ground here in Maine is still rock hard and more snow is coming. I am holding my breath waiting until next week when I fly out to Port Townsend, Washington for a master class with Andrea Guarino Slemmons, another apex point in my career as a student of molten glass. Meanwhile I am pushing back the shrouds of dark winter with floral beads, waiting like all creatures of the northern hemisphere for more solid evidence of spring.
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