they are always here. inches away from me but sometimes almost in another plane. Right here, but elsewhere. As i write that i realize that it's me that's elsewhere. They are steady and constant. I touched them all today …these new ones that are not finished.
and to help me with the Return, i chose a bag….without looking first…and said…OK from whatever is here. This one bag. And it felt Great. it felt really really GOOD. They still are willing to talk to me. I am grateful. Cloth is Kind.
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