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Thread and Weave

. for public domain Thread and Weave Her fingers, more attuned to the thread and the weave, through years of darning our socks and sewing patches, by touch alone told her the difference between silk and satin, which we children could not see clear. The palms of her hands felt the quality of cloth of our backsides when we were guilty of sloth, but never she judged her children's rough texture was unfit for stitching, was not worth a whisker. We were the burlap, that often scraped her fine skin, that brought her to so many tears, then and again, but "doing hard time" she softened our crusty fabric for Mother to enjoy our comforting embrace.

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