The knitters were delighted to see a young woman at the craft.
She looked to them for advice and techniques, watching and solemnly repeating.
She spoke little but listened much. To their triumphs and disappointments, their loves and their tragedies.
Quietly, she would knit a chance meeting, or purl a healed heartbreak. When she dropped a stitch for an unwanted memory, the old women would tut.
When they passed, she would add a new colour to the pattern of the world.
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Image by SaskiaAleida, used under CC0.