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Stuffed from
the excesses of Christmas it is nevertheless to stuffing that I turn at the
beginning of the New Year. The ‘body’ is a challenge and I can feel myself
shying away from the edge, procrastination and dillydallying threaten to win me
round. But I know that the black, prickly horsehair packing will draw me in to
its visceral heart and get me locked back into my work once again…the irresistible
draw of the corporeal.
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