2/16/11
Macchina da cucire
I grew up with the sound of this sewing machine next to me. During the last time in Rome, I pull off the last thread, took off the dust and brought back some photos with me. To keep the memories as close as I can, even if the machine is now for ever quite.
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3 comments:
lovely photos and lovely memories, angela! it's nice to see that machine.
Thank you jill, maybe the post wasn't very clear, but you know for sure that I was refering to my mother.
Angela
The photos are lovely and I guess remind you of happy times. I did wonder if that was your Mother and I am sorry to hear of your loss. Sending you my thoughts.
Jacqui
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