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Middot; Leave a comment. Multiplayer beta is a bit like that. In the course of an hour spent playing the.
a representative collection or example. My Five Months of Magical Thinking. There are times when the phone rings and you know that your life is about to change. It was just before 630am on the 5.
Sunday, June 4, 2017. Thank you for reading all my waffle since August 2009. I ran away on a Tues.
The fiction of Christopher Green.
Kaia Landelius, Swedish Writing Fairy. Displaying 1 - 10 of 19 entries.
The everyday journal of artist, writer and illustrator Jackie Morris, in words and pictures. Saturday, March 17, 2012. Just a reminder that I have moved my blog now to wordpress. And have incorporated it into my website. I miss the ease of blogger, but am sure I will get the hang of wordpress one day! Soon there will be a new competition there. Not sure what the prize will be yet. Thursday, November 17, 2011. Tuesday, November 15, 2011.
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Thursday, May 14, 2015. Just something I made for my sister as a birthday gift! She loves goats, so I made her a cute goat. I think he is considering the flower a tasty snack. Pretty cute right? I got to look up lots of reference pictures of adorable goats for this project. This DIY project brought up fond memories of building the Forest Guardian. Costume, but with less pressure. I would like to do embroidery more often if I could. Friday, May 1, 2015.
Bags from Small to Large. More quilts from the Medium Sized Bag Category. The Out and Out Bag. Me and My Baby Diaper Bag. Sitting Pretty, an i-cover stand and reader. Every eReader needs a cover! Around the Block Bag. The Essentials Tote April 9, 2015. Me and My Baby Lock.
Ideas about the thing might just be the thing itself. It is far from lost in another winter,. I still must bear the cold. I still must bear the papery wind. Of memory in the echoes. Like it were just a whisper that said. I think I can remember them. I think I can taste them sometimes. Like a sip of tears. I have learned, far from lost,.