Patch #311 Hope is the thing with feathers
soaring above the floodplain or lying broken on the ground.
The sailboat from Don's assemblage on October 12 (stitched with one of Hazel's boats by my side)
J's "Nana" on October 17
The fabric from Logan's bag on October 29, with a star and a crescent moon
and the return migration of the sandhill cranes on October 30
There are four more patches, but I'll save them for tomorrow.
And it's raining, one inch so far.
And the FBI has re-closed its email investigation.
I dare to hope ...