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Ay nuther notiss.

Sayve thy fingers.  For sayle. Flemische devys  that coyles both woll and flakks withowt twiddlerin of thy fingers bye mean of a weel.  Notte ay cartweel butt a speshul weel notte offf a carte atte all.  Itt hath a seet … Continue reading

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