Requiem for a Friend
I lose a friend with whom I simply did not get to spend enough time, we listen to chapters 14-15, I link you to a weave-a-licious blog post of Dawn’s, I continue to wrap wire, look for reeds, and read, and thus I give you a quote from Ms. Shelley:
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
Looms. The rigid heddle has–for reasons unknown to me–been turned vertically with the heddle on the other side from the photographer.