A friend breathed patience
across my knuckles until
tension turned beauty.
I used to suck my thumb, as a child, and gently tug at or sniff my favorite blanket. It was a green, yellow, and white crocheted lovey, made by my grandmother before anyone could guess at my gender and prescribe a favored color. I carried it everywhere.
Over the years,
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Knitting and crocheting are something I've always wanted to learn, but haven't because I keep losing count. Even with those circle/hoops/counters. I just keep looping and looping and looping. And of course, the tightness/eveness of the stitch, le sigh.
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