Land of Standing Stones
Knitting away, my friends. And I know it isn't writing, but it's so akin. Getting past the hurdle in the knitting has freed up my mind, my gears are unstuck and I am free-flowing again. Clicking away on the needles, I can think about writing. About words. About creating. And that makes me happy.
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So that's the mysterious clicking I heard--and I thought it was a tiny creature trying to nibble its way into the gypsy wagon. I don't know if I am delighted or disappointed. I'll have to think about it. ;-)
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