Land of bright trust, of reborn eyes,
of friendship

With a carefree song in my heart
I’m returning to consilient whistling whilst
I pull my needle through the sewn,
the latchhooked veldt, the carded wool
the honed circle, harvesting the crop,
happy to be under the control
of that which I’ve sowed

~ Lady

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