Here I am.
Feeling different. Just holding a big cloth. Magic Cloth 2.
It whispers to me. You've been away too long.
I have. I wandered off somewhere. Good to find old eyes.
Old friends. This one of course is not finished. But usable. Like big cloth is.
I'll rest under it for awhile. Maybe take a few stitches before bedtime. Or look through it. It's like a book really.
(Note: I have been unable to contact the person whose name was drawn for ThreadCrumbs Game 3 . So I will draw another. This happens a lot, please make sure you have given me a valid e-mail.)
