Cotton Cloud
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I pegged a pale wash to the line before work. I worried about a stain on my white shirt it's a shirt, only, a length of cotton stitched cotton that was grown from seed picked and handled to the loom woven, bought, cut, made, sold, handed on. I should not take any presence for granted. Then I remember that to care for a thing might not mean to worry over it. The sun will shine. Blotches fade, or not. I will still like my shirt. It blows rounded on the line, not unlike a pegged cloud. Loganberry Jam: delicious! Must remember to wear an apron for the next batch though :-)