someday i might learn.
What i thought couldn't happen, happened. Of It's own accord. Woman just goes…back to those baskets, that are just some of, just to look, and the piece of Deb Lacativa's dye magic on old household cloth, lying quietly on top, waiting for woman to notice. Which at first she doesn't notice, it's not what she had in mind, but Deb's cloth waits…breathing.
so, Magic and Love come together…the piece of a wedding gown, silk but not silk, the course weave of the household cloth, the form that the silk but not silk took of its own accord upon the dye imprints that are the exact colors of the wildflowers of this Place i am coming to learn
about Love, Mo's vision, about risk, about trust.
windthread 
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