windthread

pressed,  like flowers,   in the drawing book,   3 cloths    not sure what the intent was for this,   but here we are.

Jude told us,   all those many years ago,   told us      that scraps of cloth,  any cloth,   could be stitched together and tell a story.  

and even if the scraps were not "pretty",   they still could Tell.  because that,  in itsSelf was a story

since I don't know when,   my cloth,  the scraps,   reside in a Very Large Storage Bin    outside…next to the table that presides there.

at first,   with any hint of an Evacuation,   i would load  them  in the vehicle.      Then,  over time,  i didn't.   But they stayed…Very Large Storage Bags     on the bed     or    the bench across from me at this Everything Table.     Until they didn't and  i don't remember the Why of that.   I remember hauling up that Very Large Storage Bin from down at B Garden.

so,   stuff.   am thinking about stuff.   and how things have changed in the 6 years of being here