So I was playing around with fabric, trying to avoid touching any cloth to my poor, sun-burned back, and this is what resulted. It's just a piece of fabric!
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About Me
- Music Teacher
- The most unabashed collection of Victorian china and hiking boots, Rosaries and vegetarian food, Dostoevsky and long-skirts, paints, classical music, and philosophy. Byzantine Catholic.
Cup of spices
Sweet spice of mornings
Innocence
Holy Mother, refuge of sinners
My Blog List
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Eat The World- Czech Republic4 years ago
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Chapel is complete!4 years ago
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Viridarium Novum9 years ago
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Saint Cecelia
Pray for us
The Wind
Stealer of my soul, fly forth and drive before you my whispered words, my secret songs of devotion, across the wide world and find where my lover lies so that he might remember and forget me not
Song of the Angels
An die Musik...
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