Once the trees in the front yard leaf out, I won't have this morning light from the east. For now, there's an hour, give or take. I take it when I can.
Until we give it thought, heart and soul, it's just so much cloth and thread.
Time passes, the cloth speaks and stories take shape.
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the light rounds...circles...i feel to be bubbles, like
the ones we blow with that little plastic thing dipped in?
This lightens my Heart....
There is such a deep richness in what you make.
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