May 2012
Gathering Days...8
She brought it back to me, the top a jumble of soft, blue alpaca yarn.
“I forgot when I got home,” she said, holding ball, needles and just-begun-scarf-for-her-doll close to her chest.
“It happens to me all the time,” I told her.
We sat and pulled out the tangled stitches and started with the straight ones, then she got going again and practiced until it sunk into the...
A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer,
it sings because it has a song.”
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~Maya Angelou
