everyThing is still very quiet. and i find self looking at this again. how much i love it. how Unknown it is. The Unforseen. how it was a cloth of the Unforseen but now has been seen and is just un Known. and how i like so much exactly that about it. that it's not immediatly apparent, but just well, scrap symbols, thread symbols.
and then, this new one. in contrast, so literal. i am squinting. looking so hard. wanting to have a thought, but it won't happen…it won't let me see it. so i'm just looking and looking and looking, waiting for the Thought.
windthread 
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