The following is a true story. It was told to me at knit night on Wednesday. I will do my best to recount the story as it was told to me. Names have been changed.
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It was a February evening in southern Minnesota. A monthly hand-spinners get-together was just breaking up, spilling its chattering crowd, like a tumbled basket of yarn, into the snowy streets.
It has been energy sappingly warm in my neck of the woods this week so I have no updates.
Feb 22, 2013 @ 22:09:30
Thanks for reblogging. It’s snowing like…frozen cats and dogs…here today so your warmth sounds kind of nice.