Bettina loved working with her hands. She had been a poet, but that could be too cerebral. But once she took a class in paper mache she knew that was her future.
She cleared out her basement, created a studio and went to work. Bettina began small, making paper mache soap, jewelry and paper weights. Then she got bigger. End tables, mattresses, lamps, desks etc.
Since she had no friends she decided to create a paper mache poetry group. Men, women, all ages. Some looked strange, but strange was somethig she embraced.
She sat them around a table and named them. There they were, notebook and pen in front of them, ready to write and recite.
Sit up straight, Joseph. And project!
Paper mache did tend to sag after awhile.
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