#postcardfromthemoon Hello Kids. I Ran Away. I was burnt out with pain so I got on a plane and moved to Spain. Before I left I lost my phone. All my contacts gone. A gift perhaps. I have been living in an artists residency up in the mountains, close to the sheer vertical drops of Ronda. Here I write drafts in my head, make fresh coffee and watch the clouds arrive or depart and discuss the future with Vasari, Patti Smith, David Lynch and the last of the Super Moons. David says not to dilute the original idea. Patti speaks of compassion for the suffering of all being an honour, and dedication through the hardest winter being a silver pin worn inside an old raggedy overcoat which flips open now and again to catch the sun and blind us with the proof of true love. Visiting insists the natural feminine divine disappears harshness. The Moon says, To Thine Own Heart Be True. I will come home for Christmas. I will be a better artist. ANDERSON. @ambielmusic
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