jennylaloca
What a lovely sweater, full of memories and holes. I remember when I first got this sweater, at the tender age of four, when my grandmother used to read to me in her armchair, quietly knitting something beautiful. Finally, one day she stopped, and handed me her creation. It was the sweater, green and perfect.
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