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The Green (Good) Life

On Saturday morning I met up with the owner of The Green Life on Main Street in Burlington. She purchased a collection of my little creatures for her store, which is BEAUTIFUL. I'm honored to have my work included in her collection. The store is beautifully laid out and her inventory looks like a BEST OF ETSY collection. Hooray!

www.thegreenlifevt.com

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