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| Cosmic Easter Egg |
I finished the last illustration last night to the story of Ilmatar, maiden of the air, mother of the water, you can see her below smashing up the small eggs for the Cosmic Egg and moulding the earth, (bad quality photos of drawings). JC and I told the story this morning the Chapelle de St Martin to assembled children, ...then home for rare lunch all four of us, with egg (kindly broken by R), and then in rare sun, went to see the flowers...and tonight we have been invited to dinner, rareissimo, more social life than usual.
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| R, channelling his inner Thracian Warrior from the Tribe of Astii, prepares to hammer the egg |
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| B does not entirely agree with the proposed treatment, he points out the egg falls into two neat halves when the elegant ribbon is elegantly removed...and looks down upon R's savagery in a way peculiar to older brothers |
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| R has determined to go ahead, please note JC's vicarious pleasure |
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| matching smug smirks... |
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| It was jolly good, our baker is a chocolatier... |
