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I am thinking, maybe, another. Nesting one robe inside the other for the coming chill. I am thinking wool lined with silk. I am thinking. I need pockets. It will rain here forever they say. The mosquitoes are quite thrilled.
Susan is looking a bit ragged.
Posted on September 04, 2012 in 21st century rags, A robe called Wind, clothing and personal adornment, contemporary boro, design planning, environment, human wrapping cloth, layers, life, patchwork, usefulness, weathering the storm | Permalink