Well, not scissors. X-acto knives to be accurate. And we were not really running either, at least not most of the time. My daughter and I were mostly seated with X-acto knives, but that isn't a very catchy title, is it? Anyway, we took our X-acto knives and some painting cavasses stretched on wood frames and cut out trees, then painted them. I did the black one and my daughter did the white. And I thought they turned out tolerably well.
“If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.” ― Seamus Heaney
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Those are beautiful! I absolutely love that.
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