then i find big sista, unlike her twin sisters and in measurements about ten times the size of the sista(s). not anywhere near a brocante i dig her up, nor at a recycle shop or in the darker pits of an abandoned attic. in my own work room, which i’m clearing out for the occasion of moving house in early winter. i stumble upon finds, my, i could ignite a fine little garage sale myself… big sista is embroidery wise unfinished. wonder what she’s thinking, and reading. is it the same book as before?
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