Bedtime Story Conservatory 84 23/06/2020

Good afternoon to you,

I don't have much to say today. But I hope by this point the occasional absence of words in these emails, or even of the emails themselves, love and warmth are still present in the existence of this project in your email inbox as a frog jumping from lily to lily, day to day. Sometimes it might fall into the water, get back out, maybe eat a fly or two, maybe it spits them back out, maybe they don't taste too good, or maybe they taste great, maybe it jumps a little too high, maybe it doesn't jump high enough, maybe the lily's vary in size, i'm not sure where the edge of the river is, maybe the frog is going around in circles, maybe it understands where it's going and maybe it doesn't, maybe everything all at the same time. Maybe none of that matters!

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The boat scene from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory 1971, always used to freak me out as a kid.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB401RfGMlM

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I recorded a story, but I have ran out of time to edit it, because I began to write this email, decided that I didn't have time, then decided I did have time, then decided I wasn't going to do it, and then I decided I was going to do it because it's an act of self-care, and then I decided I wasn't going to do it as an act of self-care, and then I decided to finish the email off with saying all of that as an act of self-care.

Lots of love, and as always, I am pouring in this moment all of my affection into this email, and these words,

Sam