Full Circle (Earth afghan)

[azurelunatic]

Took the dried remains of the flower I picked that day, the day we worked on the Business project at Votania's house; the day I collected the scar that can hardly even be seen any more on my left middle finger (Jack-in-the-Box had a broken chair, and I gashed my finger open badly...) ...The afghan is still not finished, not even a year later (so busy!) but tonight, I cast the dried crumbled bits of the flower out into the garden and further out, onto the rock lawn...

....out into the world: the twin flames (triplet? Quadruplet?) burn as one.

We will be brought together.