Sometimes you meet someone online and you click as friends immediately.
Sometimes you never meet that person face to face but it doesn't matter.
Sometimes you wish you had made more of an effort to make that journey.
Sometimes you just wish
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 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... -
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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Amber, is everyhting OK? You sound sad and wistful. Sending hugs. rosie xx
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