to put my son on a plane. Every time, it's as if a tiny piece of my heart is ripped out to travel with him.
Stay as safe as your honor allows you to, dear one.
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The needlework and knitting ramblings of a 50something fiber addict. Any technique or project is fair game. Life sometimes gets in the way of my crafts, so you'll hear about my family, too.
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