They began that way.
Then I thought...
Stitch by stitch. Eventually she becomes visible.
Yes, stitch by stitch, I make myself visible. I suppose I could just as easily pull them all out. I left some loose ends just in case.
It's September. Imagine that. Already. Poof.
Today, I think I'll start by looking up.
Dark,damp.
Almost Day-less.
Yet, a day, for thinking about dark and light, and scale and context. And Patchwork in Perspective. (The name of my book, the subject of my new online class experiment in gift giving for 2019)
This frame is smaller. Like the reflection of the big window on the glass table top.
One inch squares, my favorite puzzle pieces. Small.
Note to self:
Another: shine.
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