Singer

Just a random shot today.

I was home marking papers all day and my eyes fell on my Grandma’s old cast iron sewing machine.

I was already in a pensive mood, thinking about facing a blazingly fast trip into and out of my home town and the memories of losing Mom so suddenly and unexpectedly, and then followed by, not unexpectedly, Dad…washed over me.

So when I went into the office and I passed the old machine, it seemed like a good enough reason to capture an image.

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