The other day as I was unpacking things and putting them away, I ran across memories. This happens often, as I keep a lot of things because of "memories," but this was a memory very old and almost forgotten.
I had used parts of my Grandma Helen's UFO, unfinished object, a flower garden quilt, to cushion my serger for transport to Colorado. Most of
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