My Dears...I seem to be caught in the wrong time...what is this year of our Lord 2010? All around seems harsh and bright....when all I desire is a warm fire to sit and sew by...flickering candlelight and a small glass of The Duke of Clarences maderia wine in a tiny handblown glass. Sit with me awhile and tell me stories of the old days...I will sew my lace and fripperies until I hear My Lady call for me...
one day while walking through the yew walk in my ladys house...it was winter and there lay icy puddles around...my boots were worn and i slipped and fell....i awoke cold and my head did ache and everything around me was changed...my time is lost and I try to get back to My Lady who will be worried...she liked how I brushed her hair..said my touch was delicate....and her apparell may need mending..My Lady will be misssing my fine needlework..to live in your time I try to make small fripperies and adornments for your coins...wish me well,
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