thinking. As we go. Our "needs". What ARE they? really. In the big picture, nothing. But we ARE someThing. and the someThing that we are is the mark we leave. The imprint from what we are, who we are, HOW we are. There is a Mark from that. it is imprinted by the living of it in those we live With. Humanity. One by one. and on the Earth.
Such a beautiful blue .. can’t wait to see where she takes you.
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Oh my goodness, Grace, she is BEAUTIFUL! This post really has my mind spinning….my husband of 25 years died last week…his imprint…
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i feel so free and have make a print out from this …?
with the words . i will give it a place next my work table
thanks
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My heart breaks for you… so sorry for your loss.
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Is she your sister?
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(((Grace))) you are an inspiration for living lightly with deep love and impeccable intent for our beautiful broken world
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Angie, you must be with this idea of what’s left behind in a very painful way right now.
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Cleaning up my sister’s apartment has me thinking about this a lot lately. What is our imprint? Our impress? The stamp that survives?
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o Angie….i hold you in my heart….
Has been a difficult time. Now, when you can, rest.
Love and Love to you
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no…i still don’t know, but as Kathy Bricker commented,
she is kin to the fiber figures i used to make.Maybe
that’s it
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that’s Such a word..impeccable
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yes. it’s a very big thing to consider
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am experiencing this Cloth…very much
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Love thinking of her on your wall
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I just love this. Don’t want to think about my huge, messy imprint right now.
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Dear Angie. Sending virtual love to your very real heart.
May true friends closer-by support you with gifts of food and comfort, offers of help if you need it and space for the process of accepting a great loss to unfold in whatever way it needs to.
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Ypu’re in the ‘zone’ again. She’s the prettiest, most joyous image I’ve seen ‘in a month of Sundays’- Spring Sundays
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the immediate ones fade fast, no worry
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Sunday is my favorite day
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windthread 
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