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Stained Glass
Wood burnings
Love seeketh not Itself to please Nor for itself hath any care But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in Hell's despair
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
In vain I have struggled. it will not do. My feeling will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Fabrics
Clays
Book of Poetry- Spiritually-based prayers