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After the storm I have seriously changed the way I am looking at things. What a sudden gift. This moon I wove through, I think it is an egg of some kind.
Posted on November 18, 2012 in across moons, Becoming more or less, Cloth is like self, context, dividing space, edges, eyes of storms, fringe, moons, self discovery, self portrait, space, sympathetic evolution, wings, Wings of Vision | Permalink