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Knitting on Hocks

I took hocks with me yesterday when I went to see Grandmother. I got a block and a half into it. Not enough to warrant a picture, but it’s still progress.

This was one of the best visits I’ve had with [tag]Grandmother[/tag] in quite some time. She recognized me, and even said she had “just waked up”.

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