the red printed border of an old quilt, the brown dye in the dots disintegrated the fabric... like a million little windows. i keep coming back to the heart as a symbol, but trying to eliminate sweet from the impact. i turned it over. the back was wonderful and faded. this wounded heart will be the keeper of in-sight. a little more stitching today and i am done. 
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
