whenever i want to complain that i can't get things done, i'll have to remember this. i used some comfy L pants for a pattern, and sewed these up from the litigators scraps.
of course, they ARE very tiny
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You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls i cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece
of foreign sky.
To My Child,
Anne Campbell Stark
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