That purring sound?
Not a cat!
Clean sewing machine! Mmmmmmmm
That purring sound?
Not a cat!
Clean sewing machine! Mmmmmmmm
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And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain–curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Good news on two points. Machine purring always good. Back on line with your blog page really good. Pretty windy today. Things blowing all around here. Love, Mom