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I remember being sick in winter as a child in south Louisiana and being confined to a bed covered with hand-sewn, colorful patchwork quilts. I would inspect each of the patterned cloth patches closely, letting my imagination go where it chose....there were all sorts of colorful patterns, flowers, plaids, prints....I often imagined, because of their juxtapositioned orientations that they were farmers' fields full of all sorts of interesting crops.