There isn't much else is there?
We go. Or we don't.
This morning, still in the grips of some shift in chemistry, (you know that right?) I began making some brown paper patterns from many of the beasts that have crossed my paths in the years of making. At the same time I get to make useful some old paper bags I have saved as well.
Patterns for going I thought. Going is THE PATTERN.
I will use them as templates. As reminders.
And a Way to understand and complete some old work.
The deer ate the grapevines. I don't have to worry about that anymore.