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My favorite organic cotton socks were getting a bit too threadbare in the heels, so I converted ‘em into fingerless mitts.

Yay! Toasty hands. Just the thing for a chilly sculptor girl.

To celebrate, I walked around Greenlake this morning after dropping Sam off at the bustop, my hands nice and warm, even without my usual hot cup of chai.

As I completed my circuit in the glorious sunshine, I stopped to admire a napping covey of ducks, heads all neatly tucked in under their wings. Except for this one fellow-no napping for him, he was all about the yoga! In the midst of all his lazy companions, this one was standing on one leg, other leg raised horizontal in unison with his extended wing, sun shining off his lovely green head.

Tree pose, mallard style.

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