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Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

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I often wander to Oakleaf Park. It’s a little green haven where the river, Big Creek, gently hums by. Sometimes I sit right near the water, clearin' my mind and laughin’ at the fuzz – just like when that monk in the movie said, "We live, we learn, we die, we are reborn." I tell ya, man, that's deep stuff!

Rachel Brunhild’s Fiber Art on Display at Huntington Woods Library