mim

It was a tree of life -- 48 pieces to the 12 inch block. It was for my son who wanted to remember Maine. He slept in it wrapped like a mummy and took it to college and even in his backpack when he went to teach Red Youth in Albania to play baseball. He gave it back to me a long time ago to "fix it". It was in tatters -- I still have it. He was in a body cast that summer and I was in a leg cast as I hand quilted it.

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