she's making a Cloth.
Glorious! And Tazmeena hugging the periphery still.
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To see her hands working as she gathers cloth, to glimpse who she is ~ here in this space, all of this with Tazmeena so very close by. This speaks quietly, deeply, loudly. I am noticing the raggedness of her cloth and the closeness. The way they press up against each other.
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Ha! Great
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The embrace of darkness and light, mystery and movement. The wispy strands dancing across the dark, wind. cloud striations, bits of spider web? the little pieces of spiral cloth echo cave etchings. Yet the cloth is grounded by the flowing pieces that remind me so of the snake pods from your locust tree…
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And to also say that to see Alyssia touching, looking at and moving cloth around to make Her Cloth is to see another layer of simply, Love.
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She’s a natural … good genes, too
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This is grand. The sandbox of cloth.
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Creating treasured memories…
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..and always i love the included foot..today i am with nieces and i feel joy stretch all the way across the country
gentle day grace
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This is what Happiness looks like
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amen.
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