woven and spun.

The winds of change and circumstance
Blow in and all around us
So we find a foothold that's familiar
And bless the moments that we feel you nearer
When life had begun I was woven and spun
You let the angels dance around the throne
Who can say when, but they'll dance again
When I am free and finally headed home.

via: proenza. sandra juto. dezeen. 


misshoney said...

Mmmmmmmm fibers.

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