My eyes were sore. There were, in fact, many very beautiful stones. Still, not one of them was my little stone—my moon-colored agate. I couldn’t give up. I searched in a tight, expanding spiral around and away from its empty hollow.
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About penina
I live to make things—artwork, poems, stories, collaborative stuff—and I think about design all the time. I’ve been making things on the web since 1997. I’ve been helping other people make things, individually and as a group, for much longer.
I believe in people and gardens and the power of publishing. I think and write about design, making projects work, sustainability, creating community, tech, human goodness, creativity, manufacture-on-demand, social media, my mysterious cats and my amazing son.
