And still there is more to be unrolled.
There will be lots of fireside stitching this winter.
One by one. Stitched, explained, let go. Before I forget what I was thinking.
After a while, as memory weakens, well memory might become more like imagination. That's ok too. If you let yourself think about it like that. How it might have gone.
For me, a wishing star is still a wishing star no matter how it came to be. Or how it might go. That's the thing about wishing. It is dream catching. And dreams are liquid. Row row row your boat...
11:21 AM The morning seemed longer than a day.
Gallery. Galaxy. How do they relate?