last week? or two? when i brought things up from the storage tubs at B Garden, this came. It's about 3 " tall and at the widest part maybe l l/4" wide. Little. I grew it and ones like it in New Mex. Larger ones. All sizes. I drew and painted on them. Sold them at markets and through shops for awhile. painted with oil paints…drew with colored pencil blended with turpentine. Was looking at it this morning and thought…shelter. and then because WIND was crazy OutSide, thought
shelter from the storm then the word thought …… come in, he said. i'll give you
…… and thought where is that from??????? and then it all came through. Come in, she said, i'll give ya shelter from the storm and the harmonica and i went to UTube and Dylan sang me.
and it is just such a perfect example how it seems to me that every single thing we see, touch, feel, smell, hear, in our lives remains inside us and is there, on that internal rolodex, just waiting for it's moment to rise up again to emphasize any random moment …… just Because. and what is ?
just Because
i am a little crazy with this RAIN. Beginning tomorrow, it is forecast to lessen, incrementally, for the next couple weeks???
windthread 
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