Dear Fyn ,

After reading your work, My impressions are these:

Time just seems to fly everywhere...like trying to catch beads or grains of sand in your hand...the harder you try to catch them, the more of them slip through your hand.

My Favorite Part(s)

I like the last lines - "until my thread is cut my tapestry grows warmer and more complex...and love as if I've all the tomorrows in the world.

Final Thoughts:

I've read it a couple of times now, and it does strike a chord in me. Live, love, give, as we know not when the thread will be "cut". Thank you for sharing.




Sincerely,
AmyJo