through these long days of Rain and grief, the Blanket of Spirals has remained....there....ahead of where i am at the Everything Table. Hoilding. Holding all the Goodness. Keeping it. Saying....... here. for you. when you're ready.
on the bench across, all the X Large Ziplocks of scraps and over on the end of the bed, same. Right next to me, the smaller bags of kept pieces. Everything here, as if i was still sewing any minute
but i didn't and i don't know why but i didn't. Today, tho it was still ALL RAIN, i feel them.
