Many years ago, just exactly through a meadow with daisies and bluebells, we went with my mother for spring water. I still remember the smell of meadow grasses. The only difference is that right behind the meadow began a forest..
Despite the complexity of the design, a huge number of unusual stitches, to embroider this beautiful meadow was a pleasure.
Despite the complexity of the design, a huge number of unusual stitches, to embroider this beautiful meadow was a pleasure.
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