it's been almost a week i didn't make cloth. I looked. Every day. But i did not stitch, or even move pieces around. Even though i did not take the small scraps off the table, that for those days was a dining table, just moved them to the far side, moved the thread basket to the far side, i didn't work cloth. There was a
Pull.
Today i washed with my fingertips the pieces that had been sitting in a basket.
and hung them to dry on the back of the chair.
this one i left As Is. i wanted to see the comparison.
i fooled around with these faces.
And i kept thinking the words of Wendy's children.
Children.
"I did not know that I could build a life with what I love. The cloths taught me that. I love the cloths."
"Can you heal the good back into me? That is what I ask the cloths. And they always answer Yes."
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