That part of the process where you
A) Stick 448 squares to the wall
B) Wonder: Is that really all the black fabric and squares I have? Really? That’s all the black fabric I have?
Un-freakin’-believable.
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The more we run from conflict, / The more it masters us; / The more we try to avoid it, / The more it controls us; / The less we fear conflict, / The less it confuses us; / The less we deny our differences, / The less they divide us.
— David AugsburgerThe Cat Cam
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