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  • For the past 6 weeks, I have been a knitting dervish - stealing hours at the end of an already long day and knitting with fury throughout the all too short weekends. My extra large canvas tote is filled with wool of every color imaginable. And I knit.

    I knit without intention, without a plan, following my instincts when to pearl and when to knit. I change color when an unknown voice spurs me on. And when the scarf falls off my needles, I start a new one.

    Am I knitting for a better future? Hardly think so. Am I knitting to lose myself in color? Closer to the truth. But as I ponder the knitting question, I realize what's at stake. Industriousness and perseverance is a top strength of mine. I knit to persevere. As the scarves pile up, I give them away, each one an act of love.
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