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Flying Near 9 Moons.
I named the moment. Naming things is sort of like telling a story in as few words as possible. Some days it is harder than others.
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It is raining and raining and raining.
So I am inside with cloth.
. . . . . . . . .
I'm thinking about vibration.
How it extends reach.
in Cloth is like self, conversation, filling space, HOME, measuring, notes to self, quilt stories, redefinition, self portrait, sense, the magic feather project, thread, unplugged, winged | Permalink