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Feb 2024
dear life, dear long stretched yarn, I am no longer at your sweet beginning

If you were to have a four hand width from beginning to end, I would be be placing the the second hand over your yarn

I always assumed you were a skein
but your paths are simpler but far more intricate than coiled yarn

dear life, use me
one more humble string to weave beauty
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  31/Los Angeles, CA
(31/Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Thomas W Case
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