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I did some more hairdryering after writing last night’s post and hung it over a rod near a vent and by morning it was dry. Next time I won’t cut the timing so close.
I didn’t find her till church was over.
“Last week you reminded me of me when we first moved here years ago,” I told her–“and so I did this this week. It’s silk,” as I handed the cowl to her.
She just kind of stared at it a moment. Then, wordlessly, she held it out, looking it over, folded it in on itself, then back out, exploring the essence of the thing, trying to take in something she would never ever have imagined happening.
“Tell me your name again?” I half-apologized.
She had to say it twice because the room was fully of happy chatting people drowning it out for me the first time: “Liz.” Nice and loud, now that she knew I needed her to.
“Alison.”
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Beautiful result
Comment by Chris+S+in+Canada 10.30.23 @ 6:35 amYes! How wonderful to be welcomed and acknowledged. Thank you.
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