I went to the Episcopal church.
I went to the Methodist church.
I went to the yarn church.
At the last one I stayed for some private devotions.
The altar of Noro inspired particular worship.
Such a beautiful place truly makes you feel close to yarn.
When I left, as that old song says, without a doubt I knew that I had been revived.
1 comment:
"...I went to the yarn church."
Hee hee.
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