craft-night-2 Split pea soup. The Roches on the turntable. Fire. Craft Night. Seventeen of us gathered to sculpt, paint with watercolors, write music, knit, sew, embroider and crochet, scrap-book, re-cut and wind tape, draw, dance, and type a letter to Baba. I looked around and loved what I saw- kind, talented, cute human beings and one brown dog. I should have asked someone to dance during a slow song. Next time.

"Now is the hour of quitting. Twilight paints the town. Old Industrial skyline. How does the sun go down."- The Roches

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