Probably because they are just always there.
Little pieces.
I walk by,
and can't help myself. Might I be satisfied with this sort of thing? Fleeting Patchwork? A moment later, just a pile. The biggest thought I came a way with yesterday. Create a sense of space. Understand scale as a sense of space. Not a new thought. Just a reminder. It's almost May. May will be the month of the Endless Wishing Cloth. April is awash with rain and loose patches.
Thank you Liz:
