one of the two Old hoodies. Been in the laundry bag since fall i guess, so like seeing an old friend. Some of the threads have worn away or somehow disappeared. Metta. Stitched either just before i came here or just after? i think before, but not sure. They seem like such small thoughts in the context that has risen up in these last years.
small thoughts in the context
but nonetheless, honest. nonetheless what i would wish for Every One. some how. all of us. mostly…safe. beyond that, the rest would be on each of us, but the safe….on All of Us. Safe.

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