March 11, 2102
Magic Cloth 2 ( another big cloth) at sunrise. Regardless of what time they say it is. While I was sleeping, it became a place. I always hope for that in a cloth. When something acquires a sense of place, you can go there.
I wish this for the cloth being built from feathers.
This is my wish. A wish is based on dreaming I think. Sometimes Imagining is the first step in being sure.