"Seeking Perfection" image from Hope at pinterest.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The needle slips beneath the silk again~ perfection demands no frayed edge, no trembling stitch. Each thread pulled taut as a guillotine wire, each knot a universe compressed to flawless geometry. This blessing: the tapestry shimmers like captured moonlight. This curse: the blood on the thimble, the hour lost to a single imperceptible flaw. Creation gleams, a frozen star in the palm. Yet the hand aches for the wild, uneven bloom of something alive.
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