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I woke up and made my way to the kitchen. I wraped my fingers around the dough to make blueberry scones. I love watching people enjoy the fruits of my labor. We eat on plates I've painted. Late in the morning I'm comforted by the warmth of my own knitting as it's covering my thighs. Tonight another trip to the kitchen while they eat a different creation. On the table are my photographs. I start cropping, gluing, and labeling to fill the scrapbook for our future generation to study. I catch spirited toddler reading the book I've made him which has the pictures and names of all the people who love him. As he flips through,..."dada, mama, pa pa, nana..." I lay him down in bed as I noticed the pillow case I've embroidered. I make love. I make coffee.
