and as It moves in its' arc, It shines down upon me … cleaning. cleaning the Room. i will have company on wednesday. the cleaning began a few days ago with yet more divesting. i am getting close to spartan. who would guess. and as i look at what i've done, i see that i have really become serious about this cloth stuff. it's pretty much all there is left. a few drawing pads. my colored pencils. the box of drawing tools, like blending sticks and erasers..the stump of my first pink pearl. so what's left, i have moved from here to there, there to here. looking. in a stack of folders of all the classes of the MotherShip, there were these two cloths. i stitched them together and stuck them on the window as Moon turned the sky that amazing evening blue, a color that Glennis gets a lot with her indigo dye. the artificial light in the Room made it's own changes.
these are two cloths from the first class, Spirit Cloth. parts of them are on this Diaries Cloth. today Jude commented about how maybe parts of the beasts, of us, come loose and become integrated into our environment. yes.
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