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A Christmas market, icy cold where crafts are made both bright and bold. A spinner lady fills my sight beside her steaming *** of light. She spins and dyes her woolen yarn — and thinks of his spun tales and yarns that wove her into stitches of laughs to knit them in the cable craft. The threads of her past joys now flow into the yarn that she makes glow.
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Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 8:11 AM UTC
The spinner lady
A Christmas market, icy cold where crafts are made both bright and bold. A spinner lady fills my sight beside her steaming *** of light. She spins and dyes her woolen yarn — and thinks of his spun tales and yarns that wove her into stitches of laughs to knit them in the cable craft. The threads of her past joys now flow into the yarn that she makes glow.
Inspired by an elderly dreadlocked craftswoman making yarn at a Christmas market in Potsdam.
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 8:11 AM UTC
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