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Wonderneath

We just found out about this free and community based art space in our city. It is called Wonderneath.

We head over there on Friday and there were audible gasps from my daughter and her friends (and me).  After months of being boxed in by snow banks, we were set free.  The door was open, the light poured in and all the art supplies we could ever imagine ( and many we could not) were neatly kept in little drawers and containers and shared with us for those sweet hours.





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