Entangle Me

Sometimes a little book hangs around, feeling a little sorry for itself. I can only revisit, stroke the cover, dust the bag, stitch in a bright sparkle, introduce a touch of finger-teasing net, and make it good for the next craft show, when it can be put on display, and where together, we can hope. Maybe the person it was made for passes by, knows it, and takes it home.

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