i like the word, Close.
There has been so much precipitation in Central North California this winter. This morning, word that the Spillway of Lake Oroville had broken. The Hill is very near that Lake. I startled. What if the Hill
floated away overnight
Not. There is good distance. and Daughter sent me a map so i would understand the area and as i look at it, i see rivers. Rivers. I can smell rivers, still. and i realize how i am living in two Places already. How we are built, really, for change.
i need a back for that Cloth. What i have is onion skins. But too yellow so an additional bath of Tea. it's like SUN here, the heat. very well might be ok.
scooped up some sludge from the walnut vat and put in this aluminum pot to float some cloth which came out so softly marked, not for this Cloth i'm working on, but will be for others someday.
how the Hollyhocks winter over. The exquisitely sharp feeling seeing this today. How for so many years this is taken for granted. The Beauty of how they do things….nestle against a rock or piece of wood and take shelter enough to winter over.
windthread 
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