I am in love with a neighbor's rose bush.
And to think I never liked the color orange before a became a knitter.
Yeah Momma it was yarn that made you love orange. Not a handsome fuzzy boy. Right?
Sometimes you just have to look at the sky and fall in love with it too.
And sometimes you have to look at a beautiful "coworker" and think hey we are doing ok, in this moment.
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