A sheet of fabric appears, rippling slightly before it settles on a table, and is smoothed flat by a pair of hands. Looking up, they belong to a woman. She is beautiful and has the feeling of a young mother and a wise teacher. Her eyes have a deep understanding and kindness. She is wearing clothes of white, red, pink and green, the same colors as the layers of fabric she works with. Her hair is covered, her eyes are pale and bright, and she is smiling.
She is teaching her craft, showing how to cut, and how to sew together, and the reasons to do one or the other. There is a clear sense that the fabric is something more important than it appears.
Her presence is deeply patient and comforting, and I am reluctant to leave.
Anamnema 
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