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Just a little birthday cloth.
( post # 3159 ! )
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I've lost my voice,
but I think I've found most everything else.
I only today picked up a needle and began to build a bluer Basket Self. Because it was hanging there and the repetition of the indigo rings helped me rock outward.
And here I am.
in Basket Diaries, Becoming more or less, Cloth is like self, edges, embroidery, how it might happen, indigo, stitching, through | Permalink
Ragged.. I said to myself.
These winter days feel ragged.
Today is ragged and blue.
But 9 still makes me feel like dancing.
Chicken aka Soul-o is not blue.
He just is.
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