It's a dream I have again and again: a living mass of leaves and shadows filled with living flashes of color. There's nothing organized or predictable about it, no names for the kinds of trees or whatever beings are flying though them - butterflies or parrots or angels, who knows? I don't expect to define the indefinable with yarn and a crochet hook. This is no true map or memory, just the faintest reflection. Lap size, 48" x 62". Washable. 3 lb, 7 oz.
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