A couple of days after I saw the goat carcass I found myself home alone at Lorna and Adrian's. It was cold and gray and raining sideways, so I curled up on the sofa with my sketchbook for a while. Remembering and drawing, I thought about the bones and tissue and damp earth as if they might be a still life – safe and warm and dry, arranged on the coffee table in front of me with great lighting.
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