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Macon, GA - terrible sinus Friday - June 5th 1981 After having seen the old, old ruins of a former slave hospital, I revised my drawing of the sculpture to be placed in the marsh. The hospital was for ill slaves. What was such a thing? Who was in charge, who ran it - who was "doctor" when the closest one had to come on the island from Darien - by boat? I stood and looked long and walked slowly and imagined and waited. I said aloud to the walls - what the hell do I think I'm doing? I then looked at the rubble left from a burned mansion. Piles of brick in neat stacks. - Tabby bricks. TABBY BRICKS!! I was over whelmed. I thought -- stronger. It has to be strong, like all these magnificent ruins around here. So began much stronger. Thoughts for [[image]] to [[image]].