Finally I am seeing the end of this work. I started this 4 months ago, with the idea that it would help me calm down.
It works, and it does not work. Every stitch is a single memory of everything.
So I think about all, at the same time trying not to think about anything. This continuous and endless fight inside me creates more tenacious work here.
When the flowers are in full bloom and the moon is risen I may have a inner peace.
When the flowers are in full bloom and the moon is risen I may have a inner peace.
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