The wooden sisters
I look at the sisters
feeling rank dissatisfaction with current state,
I clear space at get to it.
I reverse green base with red and apply black markings to figures.
To emulate primitive is sham. It is a give-away failure.
My ancestors are the wrong model.
Fake purpose will sabotage intention with impotence.
I need a personal pattern history, not global source manuals.
It is a long journey to find truth,
then we discover that truth is often local and rarely exotic.