And here he has sprung to life, on the text from which he came, a bit tangled up and newborn. The braid went a bit wrong at one point due to answering the phone, so I had to make lots so that there would be plenty of perfect braid; I don't know why, but I have this image of the Embroidery Police looking at it when it's all finished, and noticing that there is a mistake in the placing of Leviathan's spots. (This must be a sign of some madness.)

Here he is, playing, and in front of him is the work humans do, which I have characterised by letters (qwertyuiop!) and numbers, which seems to encompass most of what is particular to us as opposed to the animal world, though heavens, I think many of them can count and do geometry as well as we do; it's just that we deal in the theory of it all too.
Now I must do something else with these threads.... the cedars of Lebanon call... it's a hard life! It really tires me out, and if I feel like a rest from embroidery, then a bike ride across the Humber in the lovely windy rainy weather we are having will be just the thing. Will Leviathan be in the Humber? I think he'd love it.
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