all i was intending to do was to stitch down the Worm. It went from there. Of its own accord. It wanted to Honor Worms and their Joy. but began with those two plain scraps, tho one was of Deb Lacativa, but a pale Deb Lacativa with a thrift store scrap of a cotton dress from who knows when ago. An odd shape. But i was waiting for the hot water to heat and i continued with the butterflies and then…the urge to find a backing….and i found possibilities and rinsed them, hung them outside to dry on the Cloth Line and washed my hair. Went to get them off the line and it just didn't stop till
here.
not one back cloth, but two. I've never done this before. There was no question. Both. For Worms. Their Joy. But then also on to me….the Joy of this Cloth. me and Them, this Cloth.
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