we'll see how far we get here. At a point, the computer begins making a buZzing sound and i just turn it off. so…who knows.
the fennel
the Guest
She came. Black Swallowtail Butterfly and laid her egg and here, the caterpillar. Planted the fennel for this and Yes. As it IS. YES.
Patricia had wondered what it was like when i came here. I looked for the photographs to no avail. This is not a good one, but what i found. This is the Asylum that i made of railroad packing crates and scavenged window. You see Fern, the 1975 Ford Van that brought me from a different life to a different life and hauled the Asylum here. Shortly after, hauled the "Airstream" here.
The two 4×4 posts you can see at Ferns front are the same two 4×4 posts that are the House Yard Gate posts now.
While looking for those pics, i come across this. And of Course, it is so correct because it speaks to STORY of a couple days ago….this is Her….just before she changed the Story
then Her again.
and in looking, i found this pic of my Beloved Marge. My beloved Marjorie Burke Price. We used to go camping on a weekend, a day or two. We would do ART and then Burn it in the campfire
you would think, that it's SO HOT, that they would just rest or something. But no. They saw me through the window moving and zeroed in and began calling. Goats have 4 stomachs. Well, really, one divided into 4 compartments. So..heat or no, their compartments become empty and they NEED. Ok.
it's finished except for the thread beads. 14. Seven for one Seven for the other. Tomorrow on Solstice.
the corner. the Southwest corner where there is Love, and yet, danger.
Next.
windthread 
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