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The basket thing...
Not to be forgotten again any time soon.
A new sense of old self.
I am the basket. The basket is me.
I have imagined in some ways it might speak through me.
And I through it.
August 22, 2013 in Basket Diaries, Cloth is like self, dream catching, identity, Imagine, One-ness, remembering, rings of vision, self discovery, sympathetic evolution, through | Permalink