first cup of tea in the Morning Chair, gazing around as i do, just to the left one of the thread baskets. Right on top. This exact length.
Red Thread.
Cloth is still on the back of that chair and i stretch it and press it on….YES. oKAY. Exhale.
off to work and back and then back and forth till now, early eve, and it's STILL OK.
it's not stitched Through, but stitched down, stitched in place. this too is how it needs to be.
i'm glad i listened.
LATER. Later, it's almost Rim Time and i go to sit on porch and just feel it all. They are in the middle yard and all notice me there and stare at me and i go get salted peanuts in the shell and undo their gate there, go in and they crowd around and it's hard to be sure that everyone gets equal peanuts and i'm not sure i did but Close and when it's done and i leave, they RUN
through the migratory corridor, a couple times, back and forth, just for the heck of it, i guess. Just because. And i watch them and in my mind i imagine their new Place which is so much MORE and full of stuff and i imagine what it might be like…There, in the new Place
windthread 
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