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And how magic
might come to hold an unborn moon.
and become like a basket.
Posted on March 13, 2017 in Basket Diaries, Becoming more or less, considering/reconsidering, embroidery, little things, magic, nine lives patch, stars, the wishing kind, sympathetic evolution, transformation | Permalink