Stitch by stitch Step by step Swiftly Deftly Her fingers moved As if was she stringing a guitar The piece of fabric was her instrument And she, an amateur artist. Dress designing Happened by default.[…]
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Stitch by stitch Step by step Swiftly Deftly Her fingers moved As if was she stringing a guitar The piece of fabric was her instrument And she, an amateur artist. Dress designing Happened by default.[…]
Home. I have always loved the feeling of home. I recall telling my sister recently that when I sleep at the home I share with my husband and child, I sometimes feel like I’m sleeping[…]