Crafting mends....to see the Plant Echoes of these leaves, imagining each a sentient being, species...moving with the breezes made me smile deeply. After placing some 100s of individual ones onto the silk fabric, and cooking in the cauldron for 3 hours....watching over the flame of the cranked up camping stove from nearby, like a guardian of da flame. Praying that the gas bottle wouldn't blow with me in the she shed...ha ha. Still here. Me, bottle and heart colours in the breezes. Go da hills hoist, I feel it makes things just right...
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