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i don't know what's going on with me and cloth.   It's never been like this before.   There are a lot of Life Things going on.  I say...maybe it's that.   But i don't think so.  it's between me and cloth.  Us.   Something.   I look at this,  that makes no

"sense"

and one of the things i think is....what if that strip of black/white,  the "other"side of it,   is the Only piece of it i have left.  i LOVE that strip of black/white.   Love isn't even a good enough word for how i feel about that strip of cloth.  What if it's the only one left?   It was sent to me.   a gift and i don't remember who or when...maybe Nancy?   or Michelle?   I wish i were a better person about keeping track of those things.  I always mean to,  but then they somehow just get stirred in with all the others  in some burst of making.

Maybe it's that the 13 XLARGE Gigunda bags of fragments are still in that back room.   Maybe it's that.  Maybe i need them out here,  across from me at this Everything Table.   After tomorrow i'll bring them back.  Pile them up there.   again.   see what Happens.