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“She holds the fabric,â€� threads running through her fingers,â€� a quiet rhythm of time. 
Each patch, a piece of her,â€� moments sewn into the seams,â€� stories stitched into the space between.

The jacket grows beneath her hands,â€� a map of warmth and strength,â€� woven by the quiet careâ€� of a woman who knowsâ€� how to make something whole
from fragments.”