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This is how it feels.
The glass tabletop (an old skylight) outside covered with dirt and frost. Reflecting dark blue winter sky.
A little stitched connector, once the center of something, but not anymore. Holding that. In the blue light of morning.
It is cold. Winter seems long. Blue. But a beautiful blue.
It's so long. Winter. I said.
He replied. Life is short.
Enjoy the long of it.
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The Blanket is a new symbol I have been considering. And today a sketch. Layered over a photo of the snow outside. Still the grass pokes through.
I am also using my new chair (mentioned in this post). A new old paper self is awakening. It's raining now. It's rather gross weather. And I , quite honestly, am in a crappy mood.
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Dark. Rain. BIG wind. What a contrast to yesterday. We had coffee at 4 AM.
But it is a cozy dark. A light rhythmic rain. A warm wind. A dark cozy day. It is like a blanket.
Furniture got moved today. The sewing chair is by the window and and I will use the studio through the winter even if I have to sit under many quilts to keep warm. So far the wood supply looks good.
At about 8:02 AM I looked up and saw this and thought...life is a beautiful blur.
I started stitching. Still stitching. A small journey in process.
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