I have never been one who was closely acquainted with pig's feet, until tonight. A little scalpel work, some monofilament and I was throwing stitches left and right with my fellow students.
So many things in life that need sutures...lets throw a few stitches into our politics...I am thinking of the lyrics "come together, right now, over me".
But not so fast, you say, think of all the 'dangerous webs we weave' of bringing pieces together that are better apart, or of staying at our loom, weaving while the world moves by, like the Lady of Shallot, we are lost in the river of our own imaginings of what might be.
How dangerous it is, to be armed with a needle, and thread, and a vision of what should be.
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