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february, 19th to be exact.

December 29, 2009
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six years ago my grandmother passed away after finishing her final quilt. it was her masterpiece, stitched together scraps of every dress, quilt, apron, or item she ever sewed. her death immediately following spoke volumes about the metaphorical significance of neatly stitching together the scraps and seams of life. it is nice to know so much love existed in her life and that it could be compiled in such a beautiful way.

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