There were people.
Walking through my house yesterday.
I'd rather they were foxes.
I'm used to a cloth community when it comes to my work.
I wonder what the rest of the world thinks of my place in it. I have lived here so long and I am still a stranger. I just don't get it. All the goings on in suburbia. Seems so much about nothing.
Magic, the cloth here, has caught my attention today. I wonder where my thoughts will go. There are several large cloths here. I want to make them into gifts. That thought has been lingering for so long. That's what it has always been about really, the big ones. After I move. As I unpack them...
