So that's what I did last night between the dinner that Katherine and Peter made and our Monopoly game that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. This is the fruit of my labors (ignoring the mess I made out of a particularly hideous color of wool roving I bought to practice with. THAT one is getting tossed as soon as I remember to). I'm quite pleased. I think I'll get one more baggie of that wool and then knit a hat or something.
The Universe Does Not Hand Us Meaning
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“The hardest thing about being alive is that we exist as accidents of
chance, and the universe does not hand us meaning. Nobody and nothing will
give us me...

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