I Was Thinking Snow

I was thinking of snow, of space, the space in-between when I began sewing this morning.  I was thinking of snow and sunlight and shadows.

An old table cloth softly faded.  Even so,  I turned it over and used the back.  I was thinking snow, but flowers kept showing up.

It came together so easily, I can’t wait to work on it some more.

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