Slept to long today. Had shopping to do so I did not spend much time outside. I do not know if my writers block is gone or not. For those that know me well I have an innate ability to read people after talking with them for a few hours or on rare occasions within a very short time of minutes. (Does not make for good relationships) Saturday a lady came into the store with friends. I was able to talk with her for maybe 5 minutes. This is the poem I wrote in free time Saturday afternoon.

From Judith's Hands

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On quilters easel

Needle and thread

Dance as one

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Artists' spirit,

Not stitch and knot,

Is the beauty

Of blankets' form

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Framed with laughter

And silken touch

A swatch of cloth...

Given heart

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From Judith's hands

Her soul

Does speak

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On quilters easel

Needle and thread

Dance as one

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ccd 2010