A simple bag of onions on sale has yielded plenty of onions in the freezer, a bag of skins in the dyebag, a poem, and a line drawing. You can read the poem here
The line drawing is a pilot pen one on hot press paper, and now I want to do more
I'd say those onions don't owe me anything. Talk about freighted.
Who knew the lowly onion could be such an inspiration (and they taste good too!)
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