The first time I made her, she was not as pointy and angular as I wanted her to be.
But now she is the evocation of that sweet short lived soul who arrived pregnanat and bore her wonderful soul mate son, my Solar, whose song I still sing, whose form and coloring led me to choose Obi.... ahhh Aviva, struck near dawn in Painted Post as she made her way home... and she was out , becasue there wasn't oil in the car and so we were stuck and got home way late and so much heart break, then, but a lot of learning and
now --- a new cat pattern.
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