She understood the fold of the fabric now.
Stiff and relentless.
Whispering hard secrets.
Every hem has its tell.
Threading through resistance.
The needle’s eye
will take you back.
With time
you will mend.
Once you figure out how important imperfection is,
the growing can begin.
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Greetings,
I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle
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