The Wooden Plate

This little art craft was found by my sister. There is this man on the flower market (where they sell more fake flowers than real flowers) who has them stapled in a corner. They are so beautiful. Just rub them in with olive oil from time to time and they last for evah!

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I am passionate about writing, connection (not wifi, the human one), discovering life to its full glory, and dancing my ass off to Champeta beats.

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