so. here We are. now. how does that second shred find its Place?
maybe i can dream it.
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10 responses to “165 early evening, between storms”
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This is just so perfect. The burst forms around the oval are so perfectly echoed on the edges. It’s really alive.
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alive. it is. and how to honor that????
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I’m working backward through the day to catch up on posts…so did it find its place?
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“how does the second shred find its place.” i don’t know. but i’m wondering, does it matter if we know the “how?” or can simply marvel that it “did.” i love this piece. love it for so many reasons. love that the shred has crossed the line. creating clear quadrants like the seasons of our lives. and i totally love the little thing floating in the right had corner. looking on. watching this all play out.
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the shred belongs. or rather, if it does, between the two of you, you’ll find its spot… but that BORDER, how that does something enlivening and wonderful! peeking out like that. adding brilliance.
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not yet
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yes…that little Thing, floating, watching
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really…it’s not a border…it’s as much the Cloth as
that center Burst…?????
i love this. what is just on the periphery is maybe
the center?, or a second center?LikeLike
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I love how it has been moving these past days
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it still is. day unto day. don’t know what to think
of that….????LikeLike
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