craft room.
Camas left me with a gift.
A night spent in the camas living room by candlelight and rich hot chocolate listening to guitar and ukelele, tapping a drum and hearing mag’s snappy songs composed in the “boredom of new jersey summers…”
Gave me life.
Life to make candles out of recycled wax.
A dress out of curtain fabric (was a momentary panic when my measurements were still one thigh short of fitting… exclamations: “I am too fat for my own dress! How does that happen?” )
Fifty postcards of paint and justice and peace liturgy.
String of shells and scraps and heather and pebbles to hang over my bed from the wall to the window.
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