Lately, I find myself reflecting upon the fact that you would have killed me, had I chosen to stay with you rather than leave the country. Yes, I had to leave the country to escape you. I believed, so desperately, that home existed in you. Until you frightened me, almost to death. Then, and only then, did I fling myself back into the arms of my homeland, and back into the aching embrace of your brother. Aching? Yes, aching, for me, his very own prodigal wife.
I find it so profound that you would have taken my life, and so I feel I must regurgitate this thought. I think the taste of it shall never grow stale ~ it shall ever remain bitter.
Turtle Pattern
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Supplies
Bernat Blanket Yarn
6mm crochet hook
24mm safety eyes
The pattern
HEAD
Rd1: ch x 2, 6 sc in second ch from hook. Or start with a magic rin...
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