The summer once again tended to be
"sew unsorted". Life with a teenager, assisting with care decisions for my parents, having to be told my dear heart companion could not get the few days off we had planned for only a tiny holiday. I think you get the picture:

At least I have the gift of my art, but still:

And then I received "a message".

I breathed a sigh of contentment. Thank you
Carla. I will treasure this "message" forever.
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