Tina sent this. A stone from Lake Superior. Held within this pouch.
it took a while, to have the Sense of it all. and the sense of it all made sense when she told me.
"the small pouch with the snap came from my dad. it held his rosary. He prayed the rosary everyday for as long as I can remember."
the word that came to mind when i held the pouch was gabardine. I don't know what gabardine is. But i associate it as Male, as like maybe a suit. A scrap of a suit? or a left over from the making of a suit? It's plain and strong woven. Quiet. It's a quiet fabric. The stitching, done with honor of that quietness. Bordering it, but quietly. Respecting something. and to learn that it had held his rosary.
The snaps. Does anyone Out There have old snaps? The brass/copper kind? If you do, i would be so so so happy to buy them from you. Please Email me. Please.
Irene's prayer, so soft, almost a whisper and then today, oh!, this fierceness! This STAND and FACEness….she will know.



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