I need to gently ease myself back in. Back to cooler days, solitary days, days I can work uninterrupted. Strange days indeed. Days that don't quite fit properly. It takes time to get used to the ebb and flow.
This is a story of bone, rust, torn and paint-splattered fabric and stitch, birthed somewhere between the puppets and a birthday gift from Milla. It too is going to be a gift.
