Torn: its the first i’ve done that removing a line from the spiral… Stream torn to open the flow, torn the edge, now it’s no longer straight, there’s a bend, rough edged bend, bend in the path, on the way to the Torne is a place my mother used to take her horse to ride in the wild, they lived in a valley near the Torne was connected on the edge of a mountain, edge yes, i tore the edge of the trail, takes her off to find the magic woods, escape from the busy world, lost in wonder, free to explore, explorers go beyond the edge they find a way, even if it is a rip torn in the seem, or seam or sea like a riptide on the ocean taking them where they had not planned, you can’t plan where you are going if you are escaping through a rip and know not what is beyond the Torne.