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Weaving till my eyes blurred into a new booklet.
It's just a smidge bigger than a quarter.
Stitching a found scrap onto "uncertainty".
The dark side.
A quick play with paint.
Posted at 03:52 PM in booklet, moon, painting, stitching, uncertainty, weaving | Permalink