and round the corner in a clearing we found the potter and the beadmakers.
There was a very friendly looking green man
A pretty picture.
and a cloth which I am sure I could have found a use for.
A place where I can share my thoughts, mixed media experiments, a little stitching and general silliness.
We do not cease to play because we grow old. We grow old because we cease to play. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW
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