Brooches
Green to the Last Thread
A leaf that no autumn will ever talk into turning yellow.
It curled its little tail all by itself; I just watched.
Materials
beads
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No wind can tear this leaf away. I embroidered it by hand and inlaid it with beads. Along its vein the white ones lined up like dewdrops that refuse to dry. Here and there the threads glint, as if the sun passed by and forgot something. Green to the very last thread.