only one more left, really. there are a few more, but they weren't kept because of NEEDING to keep them, but just that
there was More they needed that wasn't yet ready to appear. So they have waited.
Tomorrow, the last one, and i want to go back over these days here and re VIEW them….there is a constant thread in all. Other than the obvious. Want to touch my finger to that pulse.
I have to wonder how you fold and wrap your cloth to get these shapes and shadows.
And then the eyes.
I have much to learn from you!
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So deep and contrasting
Like your being now
Love always
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your Windthreads hold such a deep sense of trust in the spirits of place
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i don’t. it was just random. a wadding up, string, then
letting SUN do what it could. It’s not happening here.
am not sure why. Maybe the altitude?
eyes…the deep love and fascination for Gaze
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love you, Yvette…hope you are feeling well…hope, Love
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am asking, Here, because it’s different
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