Allons-y! fiber arts

By Bethanne

Scent Remembrance

The scent of pine sends me back to childhood to nights amid stands of old towering trees with our sleeping bags on beds of needles. Each time we would turn or readjust ourselves the needles would crunch beneath us and release more of their intoxicating aroma. I would close my eyes and drift into the thought of nature holding me in the palm of her gentle hand.

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