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Scrappy Doodles

December was a raucous month.  As soon as the 24th rolled around, I hit the highway on my way to the refuge of a quiet cabin.  Cookbooks, knitting, and hooking were packed to excess.  And I just doodled with wool, using up my scraps, testing out some truly primitive burlap, and soaked up the solitude.

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