A Story of Stitch

A Little While later... It started to grow and blossom into an explosion of form.  The little line was confused for there wasn't an explanation.  It was more or less there and there it stayed with the odd colors that somehow matched and molded together to something new.


                                        X
                       XXX
                          XXXX
                                                   XXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXX        XXXXXX
                                                XXXX
And As The colors increased so did the little line.  And now there was a blending and some how something a shape began to take shape to transpose it into
                                                           
                                                                       XXXXX

A Story of Stitch

And Then something else appeared.  It was different and it curved some what, and the little line wasn't alone anymore. It had a friend that was snuggled in tight next to its side.  There was something different as the new threads curved into another directions apart from the arch of the blue of the original line.

A Story of Stitch

Once Upon A Time There was a line of stitch, and those x's that carefully crossed over each other in a row; had no idea or even a direction that guided their progress.   They appeared brave and strong and crossed their progress up the cloth.  They were blue and neat and they waited for their next line of x's

Morning light

Day 1 The sunrise this morning took the breath out of me.  It was chilly and very cold as my car was captured in a white coat.  But at the same time the sky burned with color, bringing the day to life;  \it was the end of another icon.   I imagine that David Bowie was looking down painting the new day with a radiance that only he could bring to life












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