i didn’t finish my basket weaving today…and that’s as it should be, i suppose

we aren’t ever…finished. there is always something left undone, something to change about ourselves, a new path to take

i think i will leave this one as it is…to remind me of how we change as we grow, taking on new form as our days are added

i have changed as each moment, each day…each year…wove itself into me. and as my basket is, i am, not yet done

i will never be done


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