24/08/2026
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I had enjoyed a beautiful sunset yesterday, in my garden. I brought out my spinning wheel, baskets with wool, coffee and some decor for my enjoyment and I'd engaged in some creative magic.
The melancholic tunes from the Book of Travels played as a spun the yarn out of bluish green wool.