I definitely can't turn the music down
Its playing in my head
It swirls around and through my brain
until its time for bed.
Poetry for Brigid Imbolc
The Lake Isle of Innisfree BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay a...
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I thought I'd have a little contest to lighten up the damp dark days we are having:) and also as a way of thanking you for the good thou...
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I am giving away the above yarn. There is over 300gm in the 2 skeins of Wollmeise you see before you. I've started a shawl, pattern i...
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