I’d like to think that means the borders of town as if the town is one of many patches on the green and blue fabric we call Earth.
Each color in each patch representing buildings, parks, farms, homes, and people.
And the highways and backroads are lines of stitches connecting the quaint towns and bustling cities.
So, does that make the Creator a dedicated seamstress toiling away at her sewing machine as she refines her creation?
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