Today I saw the sun breaking through the ice on my windows. Minus 5 degrees, no wind. The large pile of wool lies there on the table, waiting to be transformed into a weaving for Österlens museum this summer.
Today I saw the sun breaking through the ice on my windows. Minus 5 degrees, no wind. The large pile of wool lies there on the table, waiting to be transformed into a weaving for Österlens museum this summer.