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David Derer
Guest
The scene: A circus type tent, gray rain drenched skies, soggy wet
ground and a continuos mayhem of banging type sounds. I at an English
wheel. Something happened. Earlier in the week I fought the Wheel. Now I
found Myself not really thinking about it. In a way I became part of the
machine and in turn part of the project. In a trance like state I worked
the metal. Almost as if waking from a dream, a smile had taken over. The
part was done and as I looked up I found I had been being watched. I
could not and did not want to speak. My smile said it all. The adventure
continues. Later Dave the Wave
ground and a continuos mayhem of banging type sounds. I at an English
wheel. Something happened. Earlier in the week I fought the Wheel. Now I
found Myself not really thinking about it. In a way I became part of the
machine and in turn part of the project. In a trance like state I worked
the metal. Almost as if waking from a dream, a smile had taken over. The
part was done and as I looked up I found I had been being watched. I
could not and did not want to speak. My smile said it all. The adventure
continues. Later Dave the Wave
