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Years ago, I used to be an obsessive knitter. It was a steady companion. There was something about the motion and the clicking sound and the excitement of a beautiful new sweater that calmed me. I would spend hours in a neighborhood shop looking at patterns and picking out yarns. I’m trying to think if there’s anything in my life like that now. Ballet. Cooking. Prayer. My dog. What keeps you company?
Knitted glass sculpture by Carol Milne [1]