There was a thought.
Maybe the mending stars (yesterday)will help me expand the Endless Wishing Cloth.
I made more space.
I placed the other little long (path) cloth there, the Liquid Place, for a moment... like I do, to remind myself of the bigger puzzle. And I thought about thought. Like I do. How a thought is a dream until acted on. And I jotted down a note. Like I do. 
My brother is moving this week and I'll be visiting him and the house where I grew up one more time before it is transformed into something unrecognizable by a builder. I'll never go back. I'll need some space. To dream. Like I do. And then go forward. Like we do.
