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Showing posts from April, 2016

Victorian pillow creation

Do you see him?

A poem we learned in 5th grade. 
A wise old owl sat on an oak. The less he heard, the more he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't you be like that wise old bird?

Apparently there is a Victorian invasion of my Primitive Home going on

There's no turning back now.