Unknown elements cropped up. Spirits hovered on song.
In the beginning, I worked slowly. Agonizing over choices. Oppressed (depressed?) by the knowledge that I wouldn’t be playing/being like this for six or seven months.
I'm considering painting again. Some way, other than cloth and stitch, to keep big color in my life.
The wrap-up- all the washing, rinsing and drying will take its own sweet time.
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