09/04/2026
The shadow
My parents were godparents for several of their nieces, and one year my mother sewed nightgowns in various pastel flannels for their Christmas presents. I got a new nightie every year for Christmas, and that year it was made from pieces of leftover flannel. It was beautiful, more than the sum of its parts. I wore my nightgown of many colors until it shredded, and if I remember correctly, pieces of it lived on as dust cloths.
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