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a winter poem

the flakes dancing wildly back and forth, again and again up and down, small snow particles, which tell us hopsend and shouting of their release. finally, they may swirl around enchant the world and cover the trees gently.
next stop, studentenwerk. the faces of the waiting people are quiet, calm in himself, almost bedächtigt. the sad faces of the gray November days are seemingly never been there, no one really looks grim. soothed the souls of the snow and embeds us in soft cotton mattresses. It is cold, but not disgusting, it's wet, but comfortable.
I look out the window and watch with joy floating in the human heart. The streets seem more lively and filled than usual, this is probably as busy as ever. and during the natural sleep begins her long, locking the man continued to pave its unnatural. work, uni, everyday - There is no rest, no recall, no rest and recuperate. while pet bed to sleep and the world for months on and her whistle drive, while many living things in their deepest inner core to withdraw, and then stare into her pause, while the deafening snow the landscape conceals soft as butter - whistle while all that the man on the natural rhythms and shall not be retired, but continues its social trotting.

whatnot due to a wrong line after this Zschertnitz. I'm concerned. I wonder what I as a director of a school would hold today. I would probably first all students in the large Community space can assemble and convene a consultation, what to do with the snow. if you melt it and cook soup out of it could be? I do not think this is a good idea, but thanks for your expression willy. one would have to build a snowman, and hold a huge snowball fight, against students and teachers if the teachers do it, lather all students so that they may give up, then a stay at home for weeks. of course, not create them and so win the students must also get and a few large carrots and coal for the giant snowman, who would be responsible enough for this task?
bang, bus stops, The doors swing up and I'm back on the bus, which is slightly hot mulled wine schwappert on the cup rim, the ouch. I remain, but only briefly here, I hardly look into the weißgüldene landscape, which rushes past me, spinning my thoughts back directions in the wildest. I watch as an elderly man seated blazes his way through the folding doors and the first-best.
snow in winter. winter, the peace and quiet, out,. live winter, old, death. feels like one old man who knows he has experienced everything in his life and is ready to die, but do not want to wait on death? if you can because the blades together poverty and we plunge into the most daring adventure? it can one anyway nothing happen to die you do anyway, and if it should happen sooner, because you place in the covered bed in front of him added vegetate the parachute Über'm not grand canyon aufbekommt ... well, then that happens. constantly on the run from the family, it is so close to the heart, the one they do not see them die, even though it would be best for oneself. or you can enjoy the last days with his sweetheart, and then fall asleep happily alongside each other ... hm, is somehow not so easy to be old.

mind wander back. I smile, thinking of the past winter, to adventure in the snow, in the childhood stories of all white Velcro. You never forget your first kiss, the first apartment, or other health-only situations. and each year, each year's new one is on the first snow a warm feeling flow up note in itself. maybe not everyone, but I remember very well. It starts slowly, the cold there is quite broken even in the hands, feet, the. once but has the body of the summer passed final (maybe he comes again?) as soon as it is certain that we endure now has for months, starting the tunnel vision is clear, and the warm message of last season passes through the heart of my body, my spirit, my soul: this is the end. look around, what do you, what do you remember? a chimney in my heart starts to burn, and rocking me gently into the winter trance, whispering to me: a child and engage in the snow was.

I jump up and stride with a smile through the door, out into the chilly reality of Dresden. I would now like to by the jump snow and the stupid look dealcoholized not child pulling on me, she beschmeißen with snow, loud giggling and cackling, spend me completely and then cheeks with crimson in a warm little room set, hot listen drinking chocolate and stories that the bearded grandpa sweater in wool trick me to tell, then the winter, oh god, you know you know how high the snow was there? sooo high ...

I cross the street and plan my day and inside the to-do tasks. There is no room for play. shame really.

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To try out different colors of yarn, I made six different books with Coptic binding.
Trying some different colors of thread I made six different books with a coptic binding.

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black thread on a light background. As a cover, I have a copy of an old map used.
Black thread with a bright background. I used a copy of an old map as cover.





blue-gray thread. Matched by a blue cover: water drops. The thread is unfortunately very thick and twisted very happy, so not really ideal for binding.
Blue-gray thread. To match the thread a blue cover: water drops. The thread is very thick and screws up easily so it's not very good for binding.





a red cover for a thread that was unfortunately not to handle so well.
A red cover for a red thread Which was not easy to handle, too.







In this book, I've used a yellow-orange yarn (which was also pretty crappy) and selected for the cover of a motif with sunflowers. I also have on binding varies a little, so that the covers were on the cross.
I used a yellow-orange kind of thread (it was quite nasty working with it, too), so I chose pictures with sunflowers for the cover. I have also changed the binding a tiny bit as that there are crosses on the covers.





Green may also not be missed, this thread was very thin so you could work a little better. Matched by a green marbled paper for the cover.
This green thread was very thin so it was easier to work with it. To match the thread I used a green marbled paper for the covers.











This book is my favorite. The paper of the cover is a kind of paper in black leather, but which shines green. Since I wanted to make sure that you see the white thread well, I've provided all the paper documents (from normal white paper) in addition to black paper of a paper bag. The paper bag was green on the inside.
This one is my favorite! The paper of the covers is a sort of paper in black leather that is greenish Which shimmers. I wanted to make sure that the white thread can be seen very well so I wrapped every signature of normal white paper with black parts of a paper bag Which is green inside.

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Book repair

My husband wanted to remove the following book, which we received as a gift at a flea market:
My husband repaired the following book Which we got for free on a flea market:










The sides were already out of the glue.
The book was already falling into pieces.


Now it looks like this. :)
Now it looks like this. :)