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The joys of sewing or not – and a poem

A prose poem Annie Grandma’s treadle sewing machine marked out her status and her territory. Her body fitted perfectly, the rhythm of her feet on the plate clanking as it coaxed the whole thing into action. She loved buying materials … Continue reading

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