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Cross-Stitching (for the lack of a better post title)

As previously mentioned here, I took out my cross stitching the day exams finished. Last year, during the family holiday to Vietnam, Twerp and I admired the displayed cross stitching on the wall in the living room. It was of an intricate yellow bloom, was stitched by my aunt, and apparently took her a year… Continue reading Cross-Stitching (for the lack of a better post title)