Tuesday's coming and the vacations... A short post before I begin to pack my suitcase (full of books, yarn, and just a very tiny space for clothes).Right now, I can't stop thinking about brick-red soil , green and ochre fields, cerulean skies. I dream of a gray-white bridge which reminds me of the antique aqueduct of Salerno. A bridge like a surrealistic white thread linking the continent to the island, the People of the Land to the People of the Sea, like in a fantasy novel. (Photo credit: Vincent K. Chan, Wordtravels)
Just one line, one row of pillars leading to "Enchantment Island". It's astonishing how a single row opens the path to happiness. Try the Yarn Harlot's One row scarf (Berroco, Ultra Alpaca, 100g, 198m) and you'll agree with me...
Bon voyage!
Johanne, a.k.a LitandLace
(always struggling with the language of Mark Twain.
Autocritic: In this post: too much "ing"! I don't remember the name of that tense and it's too late to search...)
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