Musings about what I do with my natural, compost, and rust dyed fabrics, ribbons, and fibers.
These broken time pieces remind me of a poem I wrote. and hangeth in, remember to breath when you are talking to your father.
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These broken time pieces remind me of a poem I wrote.
and hangeth in, remember to breath when you are talking to your father.
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