Sitting in the quiet of the room, sunlight filtering through the small window, I held the half-sewn sweater in my lap, but my mind wandered far from the needle and thread in my hands.
The rhythmic sound of stitching faded into the background as memories of last night and this morning flooded back, consuming me with a warmth I could still feel deep inside. To my core.
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