In those first months of higher education, my college roommate taught me how to knit. Sitting next to me she often counted, in her native language, each stitch - un, deux, trios, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix, etc. From that first row of knitted stitches, wrapping wool around two sticks, has comforted me throughout my adulthood. I am forever grateful to my dear friend.
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