Because of some recent curved seaming experiments, waves are on my mind.
I have to do this. Let the thoughts flow. It's the inside story.
A sudden expression, a wave might be that.
Being might be a wave form.
I added some cloth to the story. To help me decide.
Or Maybe. I will stitch the wave forms?
And I have new thoughts about the book. They have no recognizable form yet. Thoughts come in waves.