January 31
Back up in the yurt. Alone again. Keeping the flame going in the shadow of her no longer believing. Nothing more to convince her of. Raining hard out.
I helped Eric install these two tables he built for this little old lady at a community center across the river this morning. He woke me up at 6:30 with a mug of coffee he brought up the hill, it was toasty inside the yurt since the fire I got going again at 5 was up and humming. With cream like I started drinking it with again with her. It was the community center’s sewing room, look how the lady organized her threads, now they have two big sturdy tables to sew at (with custom outlets embedded in the middle, to plug in their sewing machines).
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