It is raining. All the trees are cloaked with ice. A bitter cold day meant for soft house shoes, hot coffee, good books, warm lovers and piddlin’. I have a Chinese student in my freshman 3-D class who used that word in response to my question, “what is your studio good for?” In four weeks she has learned one of the great southern words for being.
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| A piddlin' line of ryegrass I have been admiring for weeks. |
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