My paper mache critter was completely dry, after a few days. I probably waited extra time to allow the crafting diva (me) to come up with a different route to take for my cubs elongated looking face. 721 more words
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I wonder what pleasure we seek in grinding our dreams.
Then again, sometimes I wonder, if everyone followed their dreams, how would the world run? If we all travelled, or became nomads, who would be the conventional ones, working in businesses, moving the economy forward? 507 more words