invisibly basted down. OR collaged. Once again, once again, the tactile pleasure of this. The Base base, the back, Muslin. Then, harem cloth. Over, Dana's gift and i did, for the first time, cut out the center….saved the center. Joanne's encouragement. The "components"….a woman, the banks of a creek over all. Stitch. invisible stitches. and it has become One. The FEEL of that, the becoming One. Taking out the pins. It is One.
Yay, you have caught the moment with such gentle beauty, look forward to the lizard appearing!
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I can feel the softness of it ..
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Very light, like a moment. Wouldn’t be surprised if she stood up,
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Lovely Story here, Grace. And the way you put words to the way the cloth comes together. Invisible. Stitches. One. I was saddening cloth yesterday in my restaurant stainless container. Now to see how it goes. I used to like white. Not so much these days. Ha! as Jude would say.
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The melding of layers is a tactile satisfaction kind of unique in my experience. So nice. I like the mirroring of the opposite rock.
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today
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it’s dreamsoft
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she will. Today i saw her floating
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love thinking of you working away in your pot
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yes….how that happened….at first i was unsure, but
it kept being what it is
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i thought i wrote it but in fact i had only thought it. the layers of thought that formed all of this. how they merge into one.
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windthread 
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