Reconsidering home once again. 
Expressing a sense of gentleness. Perhaps softening the edge of ownership. Making home more of a welcoming determination to survive without interrupting that right for others.
I suppose this is a new symbol. I call it the Mending Star. I might trace it back to prior musings, But that will take me some time. Perhaps I am indeed reconsidering wishing. My stars became wishing stars along the way. Linked to hope more than anything. But romanticizing a fix for something isn't really a commitment to anything concrete. So I bring it clearly back to a type of patchwork. Such a simple and useful thing with a clear intention.
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Liquid Place Guided by a Mending Star. Calling it that. Today. A long cloth, which implies it might be a path. A way.
