for a while now, quite a while, i have had less ability with words, with language. Partly because it seems to minimize. once words appear, they become definition, not necessarily at all expressing the experience….the words elicit myriad associations. And with this Cloth, this might be particularly true because it is not about words or particular Things, but rather about felt/sense and some kind of, actually, Unity, that i really don't understand. Being maybe about the Beauty and then the UnBeauty in the way we understand Beauty, a
Raw kind of beauty
i've begun to stitch it down. I realized that the beads appeared here as Example, the Cloth would want thread beads. ok. I'd wondered about that. This string of beads has been so many places and in this moment at least, wants to be free to continue.
i stitched these loose random threads…couched them down. In a certain way, they are about what this Cloth is saying.
it was an extraordinarily perfect day. Warm but not hot. Wind but not hard. Clouds and SUN….the grand and elegant Sun. and i read how Elon Musk has offered his mind to the govenor of Puerto Rico to create a Solar world there. I think how we Can't Know anything about these times. They are fecund in their own way.
windthread 
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