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They asked, becaused they enjoyed my "work"
I knit for fun, you know. And a few years ago, I started to write down what I did. I did not consider it as writing ...but people told me it was a different kind of writing. notebooks filled with abbreviations in two languages, a mess really besides sock yarn I had only experience with acrylics... Boy! That would change!!! And fast. "Submit something to the magazine! I love it all!", she wrote I did what she asked... nervosity struck me it felt like I was walking barefoot on very thin ice One year and a bit later the ice has hardened more publications followed although the feeling stays the same... I'm walking on ice, barefoot still and the magazines? They publish my sock designs! 20 lines
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