Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
Pablo Neruda (via feellng)
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A 3cm tall ‘pop-up’ book to be part of a new book sculpture

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by Mitsuru Koga - Sea Stone Vases

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my sampler of hand-made paper bound with Hedi Kyle’s blizzard binding, Cleveland, August 2014

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Cleveland, August 2014

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Cleveland, July 2014

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Just east of certainty. A little south of courage. A hair’s
width from ease. Clicks away from ready. A turn
or two from acceptance. A shuffle from faith. A set of stairs
from achievement. A riverbed from happiness. A handspan from
peace. A wink away from freedom. A few lines until the poem’s
done. A highway, a night’s sleep, a phone call, a touch, a rotation
of gears away from that certain yes that tells you where you are is
exactly where you need to be. I know, the signs can look as if they’re missing, and the map so distant and unclear.
But I’m telling you, you aren’t lost. You’re never lost. You’re always here.

Maya Stein
There is no such thing as a failed experiment, only experiments with unexpected outcomes.
Buckminster Fuller, American architect, designer, and author (1895-1983)