everybody came and we spend the large part of the day working on panels that will be kidding pens. It's what we do Best, Us, build things for Goats. And they, the Goats wandered in and out of the work. Emrie told them things. She suddenly has All Words. She worked too, like a two year old does, pounding with a stick. Pouring dirt and pine needles here and there. And all the while, this Cloth received Wind. It felt like how Life should be.

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