some of another and one of mine

There is a word jam at my fingertips. I remain wordless at the moment.

Take shape

 

I believe that now I can continue with stitching. 

Try and try again

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I was not convinced with what I had done last time. So this morning I went through my big bag of scraps and fabrics and began to let them do the talking. I feel the mourning sun needs more power to it.