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Crocheted and felted wool bowls.
"Things Fall Apart", Chinua Achebe (x)
There was a young lad who had been captivated. He did not understand it. It was the poetry, something felt in the marrow. That in darkness and in fear seemed to answer a vague and persistent question that haunted his young soul. He felt a relief within. The words were like the drops of frozen rain melting on the dry, panting earth.
(by Rob Travis)
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