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, September 19, 2006
Bead Bib?
I don't know that this is really a wearable as they've displayed it (it looks like a bib) but it's really neato, all made of beads and a lovely landscape with forced perspective.
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