Flash Fiction July, 30 There's a forest tucked away on the outskirts of the city. She doesn't go there often; only in winter, when it frosts over and she has to wear thick-soled hiking boots lined with extra socks and haphazardly-stitched in knitted linings. She pretends it's for the sheer beauty of the place, but it's …
in infinity
she dwells ininfinity. the world isold, new -wildly changing. shemakes no effort tofind one safe place. instead, she roams:goes wherever soundsinteresting atpresent. she doesn't ever staylong enoughto make ahistory.(prefers to cyclethroughpeople and apartments) each year she'sdisplaced,discomforted - -and everytime she is ablank slate.(no-one knows herin her entirety,after all) and so it goesthat she callsmany placesher …
Sunday Sewing: Scrunchies
During lockdown, I took up sewing. It's not something I did much of, though I can now say I have hands in three fibre arts/thready crafts. Here is a sample of the scrunchies I've sewn over the last month, now available to sell on my Etsy, and have a look at the below photos. I'd …
write one craft one 
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