For the first time, I think, since this blog has not put anything in life with creative arguments ... for the first time, no crosses, no Tilda, no patchwork, no hearts, houses, bags, clutches ..... just a blog that caught me, soul and heart. Or rather, just to say the truth, I had a moment of disorientation .... I felt duplicated in the words of Argante ... what I read is that that I have always been inside me. Love for the winter that is not the "dead season" but is the best season of all living (under our great mother Earth is a frozen world that grows and develops waiting to germinate) ... . love for embroidery and reading in front of a roaring log fire while sipping a cup of tea ..... love for the Christmas period, when it's dark early, and myriads of lights come on (but the most important thing is that the lights and heat in me ).... the love of Beatrix Potter and her world .... love Jane Austin ... love for all that is ancient .... the memory of the witches, their knowledge of their being women outside the box .....
short, you'll see that really was enchanted, transported to a world that was looking for a long time ... who knows, maybe with Argante we already encountered in another life ......
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