I sometimes imagine my whole life as though I was a needle leaving a trail of thread that sewed together the world as I went by, quilting it altogether in some way that matters even though it can hardly be traced. As though walking was sewing and sewing was telling a story and that story was your life.
Rebecca Solnit. (Abbreviated slightly)
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I hope that we can have a conversation about creation. Thank you for taking interest. x