My corner. My respite. My link to myself. Since Austin moved out of his bedroom - two years ago, I have been trying to clear the clutter (also known as my fabulous fabric stash). I wanted an oasis in its place. A place to meditate, to sew, to write, and . . . . today. . . I saw the room.
I sat, I breathed. Why didn't I do this two years ago?
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