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Everything I pick up seems a storm in some way now.
Nothing is the same.
This piece about to be continued from here.
And I really like this, thank you Joyce.
in Cloth is like self, context, continuing aka Just Going, eyes of storms, natural order, redefinition, rings of vision, seeing through things, spinning, sympathetic evolution, transformation, weathering the storm | Permalink
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