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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

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Mending Lines

Mending Lines

Portlander, Clement

Paperback

General PoetrySelf-Help

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ISBN10: 9916342024
ISBN13: 9789916342022
Publisher: Creative Arts Mgmt Ou
Pages: 134
Weight: 0.31
Height: 0.29 Width: 5.00 Depth: 8.00
Language: English
Once upon a time, in a bustling city, there lived a diligent seamstress. She had a needle, her most precious tool, which she treasured dearly. The needle was small and slender, perfectly designed to weave threads and create intricate patterns. It had served the seamstress well for many years. One fateful day, while the seamstress was working on a garment for a wealthy client, the needle slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. Frantically, she searched every nook and cranny, but it was nowhere to be found. Distraught, she realized that she had lost her trusted needle. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but the seamstress refused to give up hope. She believed that somehow, someway, her needle would return to her. So, every day she would sit at her sewing table, preparing her materials, even though she had no needle to work with. One sunny morning, as she was gathering her fabrics, the seamstress noticed a glimmer of light coming from a crack in her wooden floor. Curiosity piqued, she carefully pried open the boards and discovered a hidden chamber. Inside, she found her beloved needle, covered in cobwebs but still intact. The needle had taken a journey of its own. It had fallen through the floor and landed in the secret hiding place, where it patiently waited to be discovered. The seamstress, overjoyed with her reunion, thanked the needle for its loyalty and vowed to be more careful. From that day forward, the needle became a constant reminder of resilience and the beauty of unexpected journeys.

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