Not so long ago I fell in love with a building. It had lovely windows down two sides that filled the place with warm, golden light and the honey-toned wood floors gently bounced the sunlight into every nook and cranny. There was a gorgeous, if slightly-crumbling, brick wall that reminded me that this fresh, airy […]
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but, for what?
Spring in the Smokies
Before the Missouri River changed its mind.
Simple stitches summon serenity.
Moving down the Mississippi, needles in hand
Hidden in plain sight?