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Just a little birthday cloth.
( post # 3159 ! )
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Ice. It is raining ice. For hours now.
No sun. Dark. Cold. It's a one room day with a big fire.
The man left in one ice storm and is flying into another. It will be a struggle to get home. And I will be glad when he is safe and warm.
Last year, while considering weave, I did weave up a little home. Because a little home, I was thinking, is all you need.
So right now. Slightly delayed. In between the home there and the home here.
I'd like to talk more about a little home but I've things to attend to and will be back to Small Journeys in a few days.
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in Cloth as shelter, dividing space, grateful, home, light and dark, place, weaving | Permalink
Three stitched fragments.
Tomorrow will be warmer.
Absence make the heart grow fonder.
in Cloth is like self, grateful, little things, patience, rest, scraps of self, winter | Permalink