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I used to like cross-stitching and crocheting. A lot. I think I still do. But today I walked by a little gallery in the windows of a loft in the Pearl District, and was jealous of the abilities of those painters and sculptors and potters. I wish I could make something with my hands that came from my brain, not that came from a book or a pattern. Oh well, I guess I always have haiku!

Am I that selfish?
Your life is intriguing, and
I want to be part of it.