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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.
November 16, 2012 at 07:30 AM 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