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I used to have a feather boa. Damn thing molted like made. I ended up with a length of cord srouting patches of feathers. Of course, if I'd had a cat at the time, it wouldn't have lasted long enough to molt. The cat would have shredded it… like my fledgling attempt at crochet.

Ah well… it was more fun using the yarn to play with the cat.

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Author, D. Denise Dianaty
Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Written by Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."

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