Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Dipping a pull skein in Kool-Aid. This method really sucked the color right into the wool. I call this the citrus skein: Orange and Lemon-Lime Kool-Aids.
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