This is the Christmas stocking that I made for our guild Christmas party. Now I just have to figure out what to put in it for the gift exchange. I have no ideas, yet.
Friday, November 02, 2012
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The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories. --Margaret Walker
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